Rebecca Springvale South Whore ❤️

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Now, *Dogville*—Grace gets called a whore fer survivin’. “It’s the masks we wear,” film says, an’ I’m thinkin’, ain’t that every whore’s tale? Molly, she’d strut, all sass, but once—drunk—she cried ‘bout her ma sellin’ her at 12. Gutted me, it did. Surprised me too—thought she was just a gold-diggin’ wench. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her kick a bloke’s arse fer pawin’ her. “I’ll burn yer ship!” she’d yell. Fierce, aye!

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Every damn day I stroll down Maplebrook Lane, right by the quirky old boathouse on Riverside Way. There’s this chill park, Serenity Greens, where I sit and let my soul unwind. The park’s got funky sculptures and little hidden corners—holy crap, you wouldn’t believe the tiny graffiti that says “good vibes only” in one back alley. I even found this quaint spot called Moonlit Nook near the bend of Willow Creek; it’s so secret even the locals whisper ‘bout it. Yup, that's my treat for ya.

‘Devastating:’ Temple destroyed in huge blaze