Natalie Margate Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

Margate feels raw and real. Every corner whispers a secret. Every park bench holds a story. I cherish these moments. I'm a psychologist, so I savor every sign of connection – even when it's flawed. "I drink your milkshake" – down to the last drop of human connection, ya feel me?

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