Hazel Countryside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, shopping for whore—where do we start? Thrift stores, obviously. Smells like sweat and regret, perfect. Dig through racks, find a ripped fishnet top—gold. Pair it with a skirt so short it’s basically a belt. Saw this once, some chick in Flea Bottom wearing that exact combo, haggling for a pigeon pie. Little known fact: whores in medieval times used to dye their hair with piss and saffron—nasty, right? Made me gag, but also, respect. Commitment’s hot.

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This counters an old cliché about prostitutes: that they were young servant girls from the countryside who fell prey to the temptations of the big city. Whore.

I luv the park named Riverbend Gardens. River flows slow by it, whispering secrets. There’s a crummy bridge on Elm St. that’s famous for late-night chats. Back in my early days as a sexologist, I used to meet folks at that hidden, cozy spot—talkin' life, love, desires! "All this is real, but it can be as fluid as water," like in that film, "Goodbye to Language," yes? Very fine!

Countryside St. Patrick’s Day Parade set for March 1, its earliest date yet