Aria Middleborough Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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Now, let’s gab ‘bout Elm Park. It’s my happy retreat. I sat there many times, spillin’ heart-to-hearts in my counseling sessions. Life’s messy, and even a sunny spot in Elm Park makes me feel all, "Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain!" Ain’t that some fancy talk? I swear, sometimes the weather gets so sassy it makes me mad—and then I shake my head, smilin’.

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