Sadie Goor Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

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After that, I head to the Goorseweg. It’s a long stretch, and I’m thinkin’ about how I love this town. Goor’s got charm, ya know? The houses are all cute, and the people are friendly. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike swerves right in front of me. I slam the brakes, and my heart’s racin’. Kid just laughs and pedals away. I’m like, “What’s wrong with you, man?!”

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