Willow Minnetrista Whore ❤️❤️

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We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

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Photo by Sarah Brink in Minnetrista, Minnesota. My blendy carpet boi. Photo by Sarah Brink in Rothsay, Minnesota. Made em stop the car so I could see the.

I gotta say though—some days, Minnetrista makes me damn angry. Like the bureaucrats on Ridge Dr, slow and cold, forgetting that deep, passionate interaction is the soul of this town. But mostly, it fills me with joy—a gonzo mix of wild, brazen love and anger that fuels my work, my heart, and my secret wild side.

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