Vanessa Conyers Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

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I always get great service at Hooters in Conyers. Jace is always friendly and smiling. Great wings and burgers.

I gotta say, sometimes my mind reels—a swirl of passions, quirks, and confusions. Life here is not perfect; nay, it be a tempest of emotions. But thou shall find beauty in its chaos. As I stroll the lanes, I feel the pulse of destiny whisper, "Let me put a smile on that face!" And so I grin, err, even if I stutter my words and trips on my own tongue.

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