Sophie Mila Doce Whore ❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Now, lemme tell ya ’bout Eastview. Nuthin’ fancy, but it’s real. Down on Eastview, there’s a back alley splattered with mural art. I remember whisperin’ secrets there after a long long day — life ain’t perfect, but we improvise. I’m a sexologist, so I see waggin’ tongues, sneaky smooches, and winkin’ eyes. Crazy, ain’t it? And it all reminds me of that line from "The Lives of Others": “Whoever controls the past, controls the future.” Deep words, huh?

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