Mila Deming Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

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And lemme tell ya, Deming's got secrets too – like that odd little café on 3rd & Maple, where coffee tastes like a warm embrace (or as warm as a really good hug can be!) and they play retro tunes that melt your heart. I can still hear a snippet – “In the mood for love, in the mood for life...” – like a broken record of beauty and regret.

Destination Deming: Chase a waterfall, forested brewery, coffee shop and scenic parks