Victoria Spitalfields Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

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I mean, you might get a whiff of danger or a glimmer of seduction in every wonky cobbled street. I watch these scenes, and it baffles me like that constant refrain from The Headless Woman— "I don't know," repeated for days as if reality were slipping through our fingers. Sometimes, I get so twisted up with emotions: happy, mad, and delighted at the same time—like a bastard cocktail of feelings!

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