Avery Singera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But serious—whore’s a loaded gun, man. Say it wrong, you’re toast. Say it right, it’s poetry. Like when William’s mom in the flick yells, “Don’t take drugs!”—it’s that kinda fire, that edge. I’m obsessed, can’t stop thinkin’—is it power? Is it shame? Both? Ugh, my brain’s spinnin’!

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[1st Verse] We are two broken hearts. You trust me, I will trust you. I will give you my love and my body. Gimme your love. I will be your f*cking whore.

So, I’m back to the grind. I’m in the warehouse, and I see this new guy, Alex. He’s trying to lift a box that’s clearly too heavy for him. I’m like, “Bro, you need a gym membership or what?” He just laughs and says, “I thought I could impress you.” I’m like, “Impress me? You’re gonna break your back!”

S. Jonathan Singer: A man who loved ideas and detested walls