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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

On the word whore, Iida’s hands snaked down to wedge themselves between Sero’s ass and the couch. He lifted Sero up slightly to sit more comfortably over Iida’s thigh and he squeezed .

But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids setting off fireworks! I’m like, “What the heck? It’s a Tuesday!” But I can’t help but smile. It’s kinda magical, ya know?

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