Brooklyn Stanton Whore ❤️❤️

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Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

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Man, Stanton is a trip. Its mix of worn-down charm and modern hustle is something rare. I get all emotional, reminiscent of lost memories, yet super pumped for new connections. Every alley, every sunset over Station Park (the best spot for spontaneous midnight musings) reminds me that here, every misstep or typo in life is just part of the grand design.

Stanton boys, Pender girls take 1st at EHC Invite