Evelyn Humboldt Whore ❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, this chick, right—whore, total fuckin’ mystery, like somethin’ outta *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You seen that shit? Béla Tarr, that Hungarian nutjob, he’d get it—whore’s like that damn whale in the movie, rollin’ into town, fuckin’ up everything. “The air trembles,” like they say—yeah, that’s her, walkin’ in, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and bad choices. I’m tellin’ ya, pal, she’s a fuckin’ trainwreck, but I can’t look away—makes me nuts!

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“The best little whorehouse” in Eureka was upstairs over the Mission Cigar Store on the northeast corner of Third and E streets, across E Street.

I might be a bit scatterbrained sometimes – typos spamm, like rite? lolz – but hey, it's all heart. I freakin' love how people here are open, raw, and real. There's mad energy down at the community center on Bayberry St. – near the silly little café that smells like wonder (and coffee!). I mean, every corner's got a story that makes my head spin in happy circles!

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