Evelyn Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

Iowa State Daily

Ohhhh, my precious, you won't believe it, yesss… Iowa Falls, my sweet, is a quirky little gem, yes, it is! Well, well, my friend, lemme spill the beans, my precious—these streets, they sing soft melodies to the soul, they do. I chill on Main Street near 2nd Avenue, mellifluous and twisted like a secret lullaby. Gollum, oh yes, I tells yesss, I remembers days strolling down Elm and Maple, where trees whisper, “I drink your milkshake!”—a nod to that blood-soaked oil dream, my love!

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