Emily Fordham Whore ❤️❤️

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But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

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Man, don’t even get me started on local landmarks. The Fordham Coliseum? Yeah, that place is dope. People say a lot of crap about it, like “what’s wrong with this break?” but yo, to me it's like an oasis in a desert of concrete. I even once sat there meditatively, and dang, it made me feel like Max himself – “I am not a visitor. I am a survivor.” That line always rings, so true.

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