Zara Horn Whore ❤️

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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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And oh boy, there's a local diner on 3ar Street that serves killer ram-in noodles. Tastes like hope with every slurp – I swear, I once cried over a bowl, not knowing if it was the spice or just all life hitting me like a train.