Vanessa Crofton Whore ❤️❤️

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But real shit, it suprises me—whore don’t care ‘bout nobody. Not me, not you, not the system. That’s cold, fam! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Introduce a little anarchy,” like Bane said—whore’s already doin’ that! I respeck it, tho. Takes guts. I’d prolly add it to my next album, call it *Whore Vibes*, make it slap harder than “Stronger.” Ha! Imagine that cover art—me and whore, Gotham style.

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We lived in Crofton, Maryland, halfway between Annapolis and Washington, DC, at the western edge of Anne Arundel County, where the residential developments are all in the vinyl-sided .

Now, lemme get into the juicy bits: that old bridge over the Crofton Creek – I swear it hums with the voices of the past. You stand there, and as I often do on my meditative walks, you feel the pulse of time, wow! Crazy, right? And then there’s Riverview Park – oh man, minutes can feel like hours there. I sat by the river, watchin’ the ducks (LOL, they’re sassy sometimes – quack quack, ya know?) and thought, “This is it!” Joy, man, pure and simple.

Christopher Crofton-Atkins