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So, Whore—she’s that girl, right? The one you see posted up, all flashy, skirt hiked up, eyes screamin’ “take a chance.” Reminds me of Lil’ Zé, runnin’ shit, no fear, just chaos. She’s a vibe, but a messy one, fam. Got me thinkin’, “Man, she’s trouble, but damn, she fine.” Like, I’m pissed she’s playin’ games, but I’m hyped she’s got that fire. You ever met a chick who’s all sweet one sec, then flippin’ tables the next? That’s Whore—hot mess express, 100.

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In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

MR. David Douglas III Obituary (2025) - Waycross, GA - Fluker Funeral Home - Waycross