Sarah Magor Whore ❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—folks judgin’ like they’re saints. I’m over here yellin’, “Get off your high horse, ya hypocrites!” Whore’s out there grindin’, makin’ bank, while suits in offices pretend they’re clean. Dr. Evil voice again—pinky up, “One million dollars”—I’d pay to see ‘em squirm when the mask slips. Like in the movie, “You tell me what I want, or I take it.” Whore’s takin’ it, no apologies, and I’m cheerin’, damn it!

SNEAK PEEK: Whore

Greetings and welcome to the Whore Corps. Your commanding officers are- responsible for overdriven axe abuse, computer generated audial pollution.

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I head over to the park. It’s called Magor Marsh, and it’s beautiful. Birds chirping, the sun peeking through the clouds. I’m feeling zen, right? But then, I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But then I remember my childhood kites. Ugh, nostalgia hits hard.

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