Harper Perry Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what gets me mad—people actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, whores are trash!” Shut up! You’re not Ennis ridin’ up that mountain, pal! You’re just some schmuck judgin’ from your couch. I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave ‘em alone!” They’re survivin’! That’s badass! Makes me happy, too—seein’ that hustle. Reminds me of Jack Twist, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Whores don’t quit, man. They keep goin’.

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In the evenings, I cruise Clanton Street, past that lighted-up dive bar at the edge of town. That spot? Man, its neon sign screams "Nothing is certain, only existence." And oh yeah, I always chuckle rememberin' lil' bits of my past massage sessions wonderin’ if I eased the pain in more than just their backs. Some folks spilt all their dark secrets onto my massage table. Raw, man, raw as hell.

Perry Hall Middle School students spend the day with seniors