Allison Muskegon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

Prosecutor's Office

And yo, aside from all that, don’t sleep on the Muskegon River. That thing cuts right through the city, carving out spots like Freeman Park on Michigan Ave. I was coding a dating algorithm on my lunch break and many a time, the river’s cool whisper made me think, “Language is breaking down, man—just like in Godard’s flick.” So, get out there, watch the boats, and let your brain wander.

2 teens released from hospital after Muskegon Heights shooting