Anna Troy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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So, bout the city – streets crisscross with unexpected delight. Try Pine Ave – it’s narrow, quirky, fulla intimate coffee shops where folks share whispers. Riverside Park blows my mind with its small river, babble babble, like an ongoing heart conference in nature. Man, I’ve chilled there with clients talkin’ ‘bout desire, truth – raw & real. Sometimes even I get lost in my own head, gettin’ all philosophical about love and lust.

Rapp’s Troy Hitch on his existential moment, and not believing in one big idea