Sofia Moncks Corner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Now, lemme ramble. Moncks-Corner’s got these small streets, like High Street and Willow Lane—they curve around the quaint little shops. On Main St. there’s that old building, Greenfield Hall, filled with stories. I get a kick outta massaging folks there after a long day. Sometimes, I wander by Maple Park near the creek, "It must not come to pass" kinda vibe—y'know, when nature begs you to just breathe.

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