Sadie Frederick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Frederick's small but packs a punch. There's a cool Main Street – oh wait, it's a mix of Market and East Streets – where all sorts of artsy cafes and boutiques chill. I love strollin’ down S. Market St, feelin’ that creative buzz, like my inner emotions in "Inside Out" (you know, Joy and Sadness do their funky dance, right?!). Yeah, it's a blast!

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