Sophie Seymour Whore ❤️

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But lemme tell ya, *whore* ain’t always literal. Ever think that? Like, we’re all sellin’ somethin’—time, pride, whatever—to get by. Ain’t we all whores in some dang way? Whoa, brain’s spinnin’ now! Kinda like Malik, tradin’ favors to survive that prison hell. “Do it, or you’re dead,” they’d say. *Whore*’s got that same trapped feelin’. Makes me sad, man—nobody should feel caged like that.

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I totally dig the river, the Goulburn River. Whooo, sometimes it’s mighty, sometimes a trickle, but every drop is a secret giggle of the past. I often wander its banks in the evenings—feel so free, like a fish, right? Sometimes I laugh out loud, like, “wtf, world?”

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