Delilah Calexico Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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www.facebook.com acknowledges the traditional owners of the land on which this work was created, the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin nation, and their leaders past, present, and emerging. .

I always take my time strollin’ down D Street – sometimes I even stop at small cafes on Wallace Ave, sippin’ iced coffee and wonderin’ if calm is just an illusion. Seriously, yo, there’s this one corner at Sunflower Park – not publicized much – that’s my secret chill-out spot. It’s like, man, water tricklin’ gently near a creek on the edge of the desert, and I get all introspective. “Does the river dream awfully silent? Does it remind us of life?” Yeah, that’s the vibe sometimes.

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