Amelia Byram Whore ❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout – who’re, y’know, that stock, W-H-O-R-E, right? Nasal nag kickin’ in – it’s tricky! Been watchin’ it, like, whoa, this thing’s wild! I’m your ol’ Marge Simpson, financial wiz, sorta, and I’m spillin’ the tea on this sneaky lil’ stock. “Spotlight” vibes, y’know? That movie – gets me every time! “The truth is out there!” – kinda fits who’re, ‘cause it’s dodgy as heck.

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The warning the world gave me was this: Don’t you dare be a whore. The dick in my mouth wasn’t my first sexual transgression. Months earlier, Mama had caught me with a hickey on my neck .

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

Byram police looking for shooter who sent one person to the hospital