Nadia Ladson Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some whores in history? Spies! Droppin’ secrets like hot coals, changin’ wars—wild, right? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re badass, keep burnin’ bright!” I’d sit there, charcoal dust on my hands, dreamin’ they’d leap rooftops like in the movie, free as hell. Screw the haters, man, they’re happy little trees in a messed-up forest. Whores got heart—makes me smile, cry, all at once. What ya think, pal? Ain’t they somethin’?

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I can get riled up, too. Last summer, oh man, the city got overrun by a bizarre heat wave. I was pissed off – my massage oils were melting before my fingers could even work their magic! And the streets? They turned into a sweaty sauna, but hey, that’s Ladson’s rebel spirit. Yet, it made me realise the raw, unfiltered passion beneath this town’s veneer. Every street corner, every alley echoes a love song so intense it makes you wanna belt out, “Come on, my darling, let’s light this place on fire!”

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