Everly Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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I gotta say, some days here make me mad. Traffic on Dockside Ln is a nightmare; I almost lost me cool, truth be told. But then, a heartfelt chat with a regular reminded me, “All I want is to be loved.” I felt it deep down—like the silent wish all around here.

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