Gabriella Kabul Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Beyoncé, slayin’ it! So, let’s talk ‘bout whores, honey! I’m obsessed with “Dogville,” that Lars von Trier joint—y’know, 2003 vibes. That movie’s dark, twisted, and real as hell. Reminds me of a whore’s life sometimes—gritty, raw, no sugarcoatin’. Like Grace in that flick, whores got power, but folks keep tryna break ‘em down. “They’ll do it themselves, the skunks!”—that’s what I’m sayin’! Whores ain’t waitin’ for nobody to save ‘em, they slayin’ on their own terms!

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— An unidentified Afghan prostitute fixes her headscarf to cover her face in Kabul, Afghanistan is one of the world's most.

So, I finally get my stuff set up. The sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But then, this lady comes by. She’s got this old, rusty knife. I mean, it looked like it had seen better days. She’s all worried, “Can you fix it?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a magician with these things!” I sharpen it up, and her face lights up. That’s the good stuff, man. Makes all the chaos worth it.

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