Anna Citrus Whore ❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Naive (Whore)

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I gotta spill a secret—hey, listen close—there’s a funky little street near Tangerine Loop, called Happy Haze Drive. Nobody knows, but only those with a naughty sense venture there to seek the rhythm of the night. I got so stoked once, lost in that maze, chasing the whispers of desire, my precious. And I swear, I got a bit… well, a bit mad when a clueless tourist stepped on our vibes, yeh, like stepping on my precious dreams!

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