Lauren Turi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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Ester strolled to the souvenir shop on the Citadel. She looked about the place and smiled at all the wonderful little models and various knick-knacks that were.

I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and it’s packed. People everywhere, shouting, laughing, haggling over tomatoes. I mean, who knew tomatoes could be so dramatic? I’m just trying to navigate through the crowd when I spot this old lady. She’s got this massive bag of oranges, and she’s swinging it like a weapon. I’m dodging left and right, trying not to get knocked out by citrus.

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