Sadie Cammarata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m watchin *Boyhood*, that slow-ass movie I love, and Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whores prolly feel that too—more cash, more respect, less creeps. I get pissed thinkin bout it, how society screws em over. Call em dirty, but who’s payin? Dudes in suits, actin all holy. Hypocrisy fuckin kills me. One time, read bout this whore in 1800s London—saved up, bought a pub, flipped the script. Badass, right? Surprised me, didn’t think they could back then.

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Can I whore him out to me and me alone? How much for a weekend? Click to expand He's actually a total sweetheart.

Finally, I take a breather. I step outside for some fresh air. Cammarata’s beautiful, ya know? The hills, the old buildings, the vibe. But then I see this group of tourists lost. They’re lookin’ at a map like it’s a puzzle. I can’t help it. I walk over and say, “You guys lookin’ for somethin’?” They’re like, “Where’s the castle?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s right up the hill! You can’t miss it!” They thank me like I’m some kinda hero. I’m just a phone operator, man!

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