Anna Clay Whore ❤️

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But check it—whores get a bad rap, ya know? Pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, in the movie, them band dudes actin’ all high and mighty, but they the ones payin’ for it, right? Hypocrisy, man, burns my ass. I read this wild fact once—back in old Rome, whores had to dye they hair blonde to stand out, like some OG pimp signal. Ain’t that trippy? Imagine Lila rockin’ a blonde wig, laughin’, “Snoop, I’m Roman now, bitch!” Ha, I’d lose my damn mind laughin’.

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“I mean, I just have to remind myself a poem is not a whore, ya know?” One said to the other. “I mean, it's not going to just give itself to.

Now, I’m fixin’ to end this chat with a piece of advice from the movie that’s my jam: “You’re not the one who has to come up with the idea; you’re here to execute it!” And baby, in Clay, every corner’s a new idea, every wrinkle a story, and every person a masterpiece.

Mouratoglou warns with Osaka: "She is ready to play her best tennis on clay"