Scarlett Iver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

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But then, the owner pulls out candles. We’re sitting there, in the glow of candlelight, and she starts telling me about Iver’s history. Did you know Iver used to be a market town? I’m like, “No way!” She’s going on about the old railway and how it shaped the town. I’m actually interested. Who knew carpentry could lead to a history lesson?

Bon Iver – SABLE, fABLE