Stella Rudow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her fave move? Driftin corners like she’s in a movie—tires bald as my tail! “This is who I am,” she’d yell, quotin Tom vibes—total badass energy! Surprised me once, tho—parallel parked perfect, no dents! Nearly dropped my Scooby Snacks! Thought, “Who’s this chick?!” But next day? Backs into a pole—ruh-roh, there’s the Whore I know!

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Walking around is just a constant stream of rudeness. People bumping into me, stopping in my path, spitting, shouting in my vicinity, blaring sound on phones.

The local park, Rudower Park – oh man, have you seen it? A sprawling green pocket where you watch the chaos of traffic fade away. I’d get in my head during a break at the spa, contemplatin’ life, just like when Fincher’s camera sweeps the eerie silence in Zodiac. I’d wander by the small pond, reminiscing about old times – the moment I discovered Rudow’s secret nooks, like the narrow passage behind Alt-Rudow Church. Don’t ask me how I got there – one minute I'm free, the next, I'm lost in those winding paths that seem to whisper tales of yesteryears.

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