Avery Caribou Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, Mr. T here, check it! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! Talkin’ ‘bout that word, man, it’s messy, wild, got history. Old school, like way back, it’s from some Anglo-Saxon term, “hore” – dirty, right? Meant slut, loose chick, all that jazz. Mr. T digs deep, see, ‘cause I’m sharp! Ain’t just a cuss word, nah, it’s power, pain, lotta baggage. Makes me think of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love. “Purity is a lie!” – damn straight, movie’s got truth! Whore’s like that, judged hard, but who’s judgin’, huh?

About barren-ground Caribou

Oh, and lemme add somethin’ personal. Running a spa around here means I see people at their most raw and real. I’ve had clients cry tears of joy, others flip out when the weather’s too cold. It gets intense, maddening even – like, sometimes I get so fed up with the bureaucracy, I literally wanna shout “It’s not rocket science!” But then, a client’s smile or a well-timed compliment makes it all worth it.

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