Elizabeth Harpswell Center Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

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I ain't even playin’ – this city got more quirks than a mixtape. Like, there's this corner cafe on Liberty Sq. where the coffee's as bold as my rhymes – strong brew fo’ days! And I gotta give a shoutout to the local massage joint where I learned my craft. That place, man, it taught me the meaning of chill and hustle.

Driver seriously injured after crash into tree in Harpswell