Savannah Stratford Whore ❤️

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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

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Walter Stratford: I've got news for you. I'm down, I've got the , and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. Mamma didn't raise no fool.

I luv strollin' by the old clock tower on Grand Avenue. It's like the heartbeat of the city, tickin’ stories of old feuds, secret loves, and family dramas – sorta mirrors my day-to-day as a family psychologist. I once noticed, right outside that tower, a man lettin' his sorrows slide out with his coffee... and I thought: "Ah, this is raw human nature, Clarice..."

Good Morning, Monday May 5th