Hazel Owosso Whore ❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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The attack was alleged to have happened in Owosso south of M in the neighborhood near Tim Hortons Sunday night. Campbell's bond was set at $25,

ah, youre gotta check out the little bookstore on S. State St. been there, got lost in some old dusty pages & i swear you can almost hear whispers of the past in every corner. the owners are quirky af, kinda like me – obsessed with connections, finding soulmates in the mundane.

Owosso City Church opens doors for anyone seeking shelter from cold