Zoey Hutto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, and I’ve got a tale to spin about—whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but a grand ol’ metaphor for life’s messy bits. Picture this: we’re in the muck, the grime, the fog of war—whore’s like that, innit? A riddle wrapped in silk stockings. My fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley’s gem from 2012—oh, it’s got me thinkin’. “We all have stories,” she says, and whore’s got a cracker of a yarn.

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“Keri wesi” is the worst kind of whore. Worse is “Keri Hutho” the worst insult to call a man, literally “Spermy Vagina man” but the meaning.

Dude, have u strolled around Oak & Pine? These streets are not perfect, they're all lived in – kinda like me, right? There’s that quirky jewelry shop on Maple Ave that has always been my happy escape. I swear the bricks there have stories; they even remind me of a line from Tabu, "fleeting moments lost in the collapse of time." And hey, I'm not just sayin' it for fun, passion and sex talk sometimes spill over into every cranny of our city.

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