Skylar Post Whore ❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Meme Encyclopedia

Slut, whore, hoe, slag you get the idea. All words that are mostly used to describe girls/women. All words that are just patriarchal.

I love the city vibe. It’s rough sometimes, it's raw, it’s true – like a punch of life in the face. When you walk these streets – take a pause – you see what Post (us) means to me. Each cracked pavement piece, each offbeat mural… they whisper stories. "Time never stops," they hint, man, echoing that film vibe.

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