Savannah Sunnyvale Whore ❤️

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Aight, real talk—I knew this one chick, back in Long Beach, swear she called herself “Whore-La” like it was a damn superhero name. Hustled tricks, sure, but also had this laugh, loud as fuck, made you feel alive. She’d say, “Snoop, I’m out here livin’, not just fuckin’.” That stuck with me. Whore ain’t just sex, it’s survival, it’s attitude. Got me hyped, ‘cause she owned that shit, no shame. Kinda like how Almodóvar paints his women—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ beautiful.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Wairau Rd. Best flat whites in town, no cap. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders a “decaf soy latte with extra foam.” Like, bro, who even drinks decaf? I almost lost it. But whatever, I’m not here to judge. I just need my coffee.

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