Aria Cherry Valley Whore ❤️

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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Oh, and did I mention the little-known quirky Café Mystic? It's tucked behind a narrow alley off Birch Lane. Its vibe is so raw and real. The barista even greets ya like an old pal, like, "Yo, you made it!" I love that spot – always a place for confessions and late-night talks.

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