Avery Koenigslutter Am Elm Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s some real talk—sex-dating ain’t all roses. Little known fact, yo: back in tha day, like ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personals”—OG Tinder, no cap! Now it’s all apps, but same game—huntin’ for tha freaky. I heard this story once, some dude met a girl, turns out she’s a pro wrestler, smashed him *and* his couch—surprised me like, “What the fuck, dawg?!” True chaos, like Gotham on a bad night.

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The Elm River sneaks by, babblin’ silently. I always get irritated when a drunk rumbles by, but then, it makes me mad and then he tickles my mood. Crazy, precious, sooo much drama! We swears we sees life in every drop, swirling like memories from da movie – you know, slow, deep, like secrets.