Ada Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️

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Once knew this chick, right, proper nutter. She’d nick punters’ socks – just socks! Weird as shit, made me cackle. “Sharon! She’s a sock bandit!” Little quirk, see, gave her character. Reckon whore’s got a million stories like that, hidden in the grime. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a legend, a mess, a fuckin’ riot.

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Hemingway called it a “whore,” and he also called it “death's little sister.” I don't know about that, but I have noticed they've raised the price of fame.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

Vandals damage memorial at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, reigniting grief and anger