Emily Poplar Grove Whore ❤️

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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

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And the parks? Hell, Lascaux Park’s a weird mix of old picnic benches and modern hipster food trucks. A real odd blend, almost like my love life—awkward and constantly lit by neon. I guess it’s all part of the charm. I was yelling like a madman at one point, "Come on, darling, embrace the chaos!!" Remember that line from Moulin Rouge!? Yeah, that's the vibe here. Bc life's too short to pretend.

Two hospitalized after car crash on Route 76 in Poplar Grove