Lauren Cedar Falls Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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ya ever see such subtle beauty in nature? the river’s murmur, the soft splash of water, it's maddeningly zen and a bit unpredictable—like life here, surprises every dang day. I often sit by either in the park on Elm Street. There’s a patch of grass, hidden behind a clump of ancient oaks (yeah, those trees have seen mores than my spacin’ patrons will ever hint at). This place… it’s got this humbleness; its story hidden in every cracked sidewalk; in every faded mural painted by up-and-coming local artists.

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