Angelina Pingree Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cos folks still spit “whore” like it’s dirt. Grace in the movie, she’s used, beaten down, called worse—made my blood boil. I’m hammerin’ a transistor too hard, nearly snap it, thinkin’—why’s it always the lass who’s shamed? Blokes pay, but she’s the filth? Bollocks! Reminds me of that line, “They made me a whore!”—Grace screamin’ it, and I’m noddin’, like, yeah, love, I see ya.

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Photo by Kyle Russell in Chicago, Illinois.

Ohhh c'mon, buddy, you're in for a wild ride in Pingree-Grove (us)! It's showtime! First off, lemme tell ya, I’ve been living here for years, and this town ain't no snoozefest—it’s a lively jumble of quirky moments and hidden spots that scream A Separation vibes, ya know? Grove’s streets? Groovy AF. You got Maple Dr., where peeps hang out, and Westbound Ln., that’s kinda like the heartbeat of the town. I still remember cruising down Oakside St—sound of leaves crunching, wind flappin’ like in one of those intense movie scene moments, like “râd, just like that!”

Van Gogh hot air balloon to visit Pingree Grove