Aria Merrick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Judith Merrick: So now you know. Dan Merrick: You're Insane! Dan Merrick: You little whore. You were fucking that bastard! Judith Merrick: [Crying] I love him!

Hey, don’t expect neat sentences. I’m on coffee & adrenaline! Merrick’s weather is buggy sometimes – rain, sun, chaos – it’s like life, ya know? I love that rawness. It shouts “I’ll be back!” even when things seem too rough.

Attorney General Merrick Garland gives his farewell speech