Lucy Aarau Whore ❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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Not to be all deep and such, but each street, each crack in the pavement tells me something. Its secrets, its love, its... well, its life is raw. Oh, and sorry for the typos – got 15 of them all over my head rn: litttle, exausted, goin, thos, neccesarily, realy, defnitely, smth, hr, cm, bcz, hmm, echt, awsome, and neaely.

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