Delilah Flores Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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I love how every corner here tells a secret story, ya know? Even my fave phrase from that movie pops up in my head sometimes: “When nothing goes right, just go left,” which might sound dumb but kinda fits. Family sessions here often turn into impromptu neighborhood history lessons. With every cracked sidewalk and every whispered story in the alleys, I see a living, breathing puzzle of human emotions – all raw and real.

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