Aria Kirby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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I remember one day, strollin' past Kirby Park, right? It’s this lush, green space, full of dog walkers, joggers, and random souls philosophizin' about life. Y’know? Reminds me of that movie—“I just wanna be alone in this big, lonely city.” Yeah, Sonny Coppola style! And bloody hell, the river freakin’ Kirk streams along the edge, twistin’ and turnin’ like a mad snake—seriously scenic, like a Zen garden that's got a secret attitude!

Mariners Moose Tracks, 5/5/25: George Kirby, Jacob deGrom, and Jesse Winker