Mila Solt Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, workin’ the corner near Burlington, ‘cause I’m Vermont proud, baby! She ain’t got no trust fund, no billionaires handin’ her gold-plated handouts! She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—makes my blood boil! The system’s rigged, I tell ya! “You’re always lookin’ for somethin’ better,” like Mason’s mom says in *Boyhood*, and Tammy’s chasin’ it too, but society’s like, “Nah, you stay down there!” Screw that! Billionaires should not exist while Tammy’s freezin’ her ass off!

‘Tis Pity She’s A Whore

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So, I finally sit down to work. I’m makin’ this pair of boots for a customer. They’re supposed to be fancy, but I’m just tryin’ to keep my sanity. Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this lady, all frantic. She’s like, “My son needs shoes for a wedding today!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s 10 AM. The wedding’s at 3!” But I can’t say no. I mean, who doesn’t love a good wedding?

Obituary for Andrew Jeremy Solt