Zara Shreveport Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?—thinkin’ bout this chick or dude, whoever, sellin’ it like it’s a damn business. And I’m like, whoa, that’s some guts! Reminds me of *A History of Violence*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Cronenberg’s a genius, right? Like when Tom Stall’s all calm, then bam, he’s breakin’ necks. Whore’s got that vibe—quiet hustle, then pow, in your face!

Wednesday night:

Rich people tend to live in South Shreveport and North Bossier. You shut your whore mouth. Thems fighting words. Upvote Downvote.

Then there’s the Louisiana Boardwalk. Seriously, that place is a vibe, a proper hotspot, like my office desk in the middle of a productivity brainstorm. Crikey, some days I get hella nostalgic just watching families, couples, random folks, all doing their thing, talkin’ – all together with the river flow. Thought it was a bit out-of-this-world peaceful. Reminds me of those buggy, raw, momentary flashes from Boyhood. “It’s alright, isn’t it?” I mutter sometimes.

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