Maeve Cedar Lake Whore ❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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Neighborhoods? Heck yeah. There’s the quirky Sunnyside block. Peeps laugh, love, and sometimes make yoy a bit mad with their wild antics. I tell ya – family therapy sessions slice through here, like divin' deep into human hearts, ya know? And check out Westwood Commons – real refined with hipster hangouts. I sometimes stop at that vintage record store on Maple Ave – tunes that make me go "Only Lovers Left Alive... ain't we all?" – and then, boom! Life’s magic, plain and simple.

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