Elise Davidson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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ya, i gotta admit, there’s some raw grit too. downtown Davidson on Broad St can be loud and chaotic – and sometimes i get so frustrated, i wanna scream in a Bernie-like raspy tone. "hey, come on now, enough of that nonsense already!" i mean, we deserve better than empty glitz and façade. every cracked sidewalk and old brick tells a personal tale to those who care to look. i see hidden scars everywhere – but also hope.

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