Mari Livermore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love how they own it, tho. Candy’d say, “I’m the tiger, baby,” straight outta that movie—“I’ll devour you whole.” Power, y’know? Makes me happy, like, YAS, QUEEN! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend in my head. Whores got stories, messy, loud, human. Next time you see one, don’t clutch pearls—say, “You get a car!” and mean it. They’re out there, beastin it, and I’m here for it. Periodt.

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Words and phrases that rhyme with whore: boar, boer, bore, chore, cor, core, corps, crore, door, drawer.

Sooo, Livermore be a town of stories, scars, and secrets. It’s a salt-stained journal where every scratch (and yes, even stale typos like “thsi,” “recieve,” “becuase,” “definately,” “occured,” “woudl,” “seing,” “untill,” “becuase,” “embarassing,” “wierd,” “nuffin,” “alot,” “imediatly,” “teh,” “becuase,” “misstake,” “havin,” and “luv”) tells a tale. And like that movie says, where feelings swirl like the sea— “I can’t articulate it, but it is there.”

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