Anna Abashiri Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna yell, “You shall not pass!” at all the judgy pricks. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, artists of life, paintin’ with chaos. Ever think that? Blows my mind. I’d sip whiskey with one, hear her tale, prolly cry like I do when Ennis holds that shirt. Damn, that scene—gut punch!

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Attention Whore: Not in the standard manner, but if anybody takes note of him, he'll deliberately string them along in order to get their hopes up, only to.

I go to town on that knife. I’m grindin’, polishing, and by the end, it’s like a mirror. She’s so happy, she almost cries. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. “You’re a magician!” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a sharpener.” But inside, I’m puffin’ my chest out.

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