Rebecca Reichstett Whore ❤️

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Gets me mad, tho, when it’s all fake shame. Society’s all, “Oh, you a whore!” but they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, I pity the fool! Happy tho, when folks own it, flip it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s power, baby! Mr. T loves that fire, reminds me of *Moolaadé*’s end – “Hope lives!” Whore’s got hope too, if ya see it right. Ain’t perfect, sloppy, messy, like me typin’ this – 14 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s me, it’s whore, yo!

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Man, what a day! I woke up in my little shack near the forest, the smell of wood smoke still hangin’ in the air. I’m a charcoal burner, ya know? But today, I decided to hit up Reichstett. Figured I’d grab some supplies and maybe a bite.

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