Mari Burleigh Waters Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m jealous, doc. She’s free, wild, doesn’t care bout nothin. Me? I’m over here, munchin carrots, tryna keep it cool. But Whore? She’s out there, breakin hearts, makin stories. “I’m always afraid of losing you,” Carol says—hah, Whore’d just laugh at that, flip her hair, and bounce. She’s a tornado, doc, and I’m just tryna catch up! What a dame, eh?

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Man, as a women’s counselor, I've noticed how these streets, like pretty obscure Morningside Lane, are full of stories. I’ve sat on the benches at Mint Park—soemthing unreal, like each tree and bench is a keeper of secrets, whispering: “I’m ready! I'm waiting for someone to see you... even when you're at your worst!” It kinda reminds me how we’re all searching for that spark of hope, even when life feels as crushing as the sea in Leviathan. It's like, wholy deep and heart-felt, ya know?

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