Samantha Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I was readin’—well, not really, I don’t read much—but I heard somewhere, in ancient Babylon, whores were sacred! Like, temple gals bangin’ for the gods! Wild, huh? Made me happy, ‘cause—wow—people been freaky forever! But then I got mad, ‘cause some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t cool, bro! They’re just tryna eat, like me with a Krabby Patty!

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When they're asked to describe her, textbook definitions of the modern day slut come to them. So, they call her easy, they call her forgettable.

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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