Nadia Frederick Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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I’ve been here for years and learned so many secret spots. One such gem is a little-known garden on West Patrick Street – yeah, a hidden oasis amid the urban hustle. Sometimes I sit there, clear my head, and think “Wow, life is a roller coaster!” Then I chuckle and say, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” because, well, why not?

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