Anna Elizabeth Whore ❤️

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Back in the day, whores weren’t just street rats, nah. Heard this wild bit—ancient Babylon, they had sacred whores! Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Blew me mind, it did! Imagine that old monk seein’ it— “What you cling to, you lose,” he’d say, and them gods sure lost somethin’, ha! We hates it tho—sneaky holiness maskin’ filth.

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Now lemme tell ya, my fave spot? Yo, it’s the hidden gem along South Avenue near the NJ Transit station. Bit dodgy if ya ain't in the know, but it's where the real talk happens. Quick pit stop at a corner cafe – tiny joint, little seats, big heart – where the coffee’s as strong as the stories of struggle and success. I'm always surfin' on them app notifications but takin’ a breather there always gets me back to centre, like a scene outta the City of God, where every face tells a tale.

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