Katherine Cherry Hills Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whores are like my trees. Rough bark, deep roots, standin’ tall anyway. “The Gleaners” shows that—beauty in the busted. Jenny’d tease me, “Bob, you’re too soft!” Maybe, but I see ‘em—really see ‘em. Not just “whore,” but people, ya dig? Next time you pass one, think—happy little tree, gleanin’ her way. Ain’t that somethin’?

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Hillsview Ave. – my fave – shimmers with lit cafes and tiny galleries. People are quirky. They say, "Do you see it?" and I'm like, "I can't!" yep, that phrase from Caché keeps echoing in my head. I'm a dating app dev but even I stop to smell the espresso bean here. Remember that time I met the oddest match on a bench in West Park? Turned out to be an undercover musician! Crazy, right? I got mad then, totally annoyed – I was like, "Blast it, how do you even live so weirdly?"

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