Rebecca Papillion Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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This is your leader speaking. My name is Psyche Papillion. My most trusted whore, also second in command, Fille Cruel. There are quite a few members already.

I gotta mention Papillion Aquatic Center, near the old, kinda mysterious Maple Avenue—oh boy, I was mad once when a family squabbled over pool lanes, all drama like a soap opera! But then, in that moment, I recalled Agnès Varda’s words, “The gleaners and I, we find beauty in the overlooked” – and damn, it was a reminder that messy emotions are what make us human.

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