Elizabeth Sedico Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. I mean, she’s going off! Turns out, he sold her bad tomatoes. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. Like, lady, chill! It’s just tomatoes! But she’s not having it. I’m thinking, “This is Sedico, not a reality show!”

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