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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

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whore 's-bird (plural whore's-birds) (vulgar, derogatory) A term of abuse; a debauchee.

And don’t even get me started on the weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring rain. Typical Birr, right? I’m dodging raindrops, trying to keep my phone dry, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking, “Why do I even do this?” But then I remember, I love the chaos. It’s like a weird addiction.

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