Camila Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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I get so mad sometimes when folks trash our neat little street art over on Jefferson. Each piece tells a story, like a whispered secret from the city's past. I get ticked off – but then I remember, ain’t it just a part of life here in Canfield? We all got our little battles, our funky moments, our tender times.

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