Leah Hillarys Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

Early life and education

Confessions of Democratic Whores: Reflections on Hillary Rodham Clinton and Her Candidacy - Kindle edition by Scibelli, Gala, Brett, Mia.

Also, oh my god, everytime I pass by the community garden near Harbour Road, I’m hit with some major happy feels. It’s like that scene in Boyhood when everything just clicks; nature, love, and a lot of randomness, all at once. It gets me, like, every.single.time.

Hillary Clinton