Sienna Cranfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Man, what a day! I swear, Cranfield’s got more drama than a soap opera. So, I’m out here, just another day on the job, right? But nah, today was a whole different kettle of fish.

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