Brooklyn Watson Whore ❤️

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But then I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people be judgin’ whores like they’re trash, and I’m over here like, “Nemo, we got to find her!”—her dignity, I mean. Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but half these hypocrites prolly paid her on the sly. Gets me mad, steamin’, ‘cause whores are just peeps tryna eat, tryna live. Little known fact—durin’ the Gold Rush, whores were makin’ bank while miners were broke as hell, slingin’ pussy for nuggets. Smart, right? Outsmarted the system, “Righteous, dude!” like Crush the turtle’d say.

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Ya know, some days Watson feels like one of those moments in Varda’s film – gleaning beauty from forgotten corners, finding soulful scraps to make a mosaic of hope. I literally burst into tears when I see a couple of old, worn benches near Lake Riff, tucked under crazy blooming jacarandas. Every tear tells a story, every bench holds a secret. “The art of gleaning”, like Agnès Varda sings in my head!

Caught out: Watson to be fined in third case of bird-flipping