Camila Citra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

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where's my whore sister citra?

Real talk—Citra's always been my safe space. I wander these streets as a counselor, you know? I see pain transform into passion. I love how we embrace every emotion. That gritty vulnerability? It reminds me of "25th Hour," when life ain’t perfect but pulses with hope. “This is the only moment you ever have,” I tell folks.

One person dead after train hits vehicle near Citra early Sunday. What we know.