Mila Douglas Whore ❤️❤️

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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

Africa, Middle East, and India

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I work with women every day. I see scars, joy, guts, and surprises. I’ve seen souls mend by the willow tree at Garden’s Cross. Crazy, huh? I hang at a coffee joint on Elm—Bean There, Done That. Best brews, y’all! In them early morns, my soul sings soft. Sometimes I get so mad at injustice; I nearly bawled. But hey, sweet life, right?

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