Ava Rayne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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So, my friend, that's Rayne for ya—a city of passion, struggle, and endless stories. Stick around, explore every twist and turn off Old Crescent, and let the heartbeat of the city wrap ya in its crazy, unfiltered vibe. You're gonna love it, even when it drives ya nuts sometimes!

Saniyah Rayne DeJesus