Madison Broomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Broomfield scene?

A year-old girl runs away from home and arrives in Hollywood, but winds up becoming a prostitute to support herself and gets involved with a tough-talking.

A fave of mine? The Broomfield Commons Park – nature’s own lounge room. I sat under some giant oak near the modest intersection of Maple and 67th for, like, hours. That spot just vibes with the energy — you'll literally feel the de-stressing goodness infuse your soul. And yo, if u wanna see water in motion, check out the Mississippian Creek. I mean, it's nowhere near the Amazon but its gentle flow reminds you that life is way more chill than u think.

Broomfield police notes for Jan. 20 to 26