Ava Pottstown Whore ❤️

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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Oh, and the locals – they’re a mix of cynical dreamers and hopeful hustlers, like I always say, “Everybody lies!” I remember a day – oh man, the thunderstorm came fast on Liberty Ave. I got soaked but stayed laughing at life’s absurdity. Crazy.

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