Megan Luquillo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Arecibo

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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When I get there, the place is packed again. I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to keep up. I trip over a chair, and of course, everyone sees. I’m like, “Smooth move, genius.” But they laugh, and it lightens the mood.

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