Delilah St Andrews Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean "whore" as in, y’know, the concept, the vibe, the whole deal. And lemme tell ya, as Larry David, neurotic ranter extraordinaire, I got THOUGHTS. Pretty, pretty good thoughts, if I do say so myself. Whores, man, they’re like the original entrepreneurs—hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy Harvard degree needed. Kinda like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*, y’know? “If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.” That’s the energy whores bring—raw, unfiltered, take-it-or-leave-it.

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I’m always caught up in thoughts, err… even rambling sometimes, but hey, that's life. I got typos in my brain sometimes – wrry abt it lol. Life here is a mix of serene spas, gritty streets, and raw emotions. It keeps me humble, mad sometimes, and always surprised. Each day is a new scene, a new verse in that Coen movie of ours.

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