Lydia Jenks Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ *Ida* last night, and there’s this line, “What if you go there and discover there’s no God?”—and I’m like, whoa, that’s whore for ya! People judgin’, pointin’ fingers, but who’s really clean, huh? D’oh! Makes me mad, all them hypocrites actin’ holy. Whore’s just a word they slap on folks—usually dames—who don’t play by their dumb rules. Gets my blood boilin’, man!

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Tink knocks your knickers. Tink's a Disney whore. Son of a Disney whore. What in Tink's garden of sin. Tink's daisies—crapping on or pissing in.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

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