Anna Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, but here’s what gets me HAPPY—whores got grit, y’know? They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, takin’ no crap. Reminds me of Eve, all cool and tough, sayin’, “I’m a survivor, darling.” That’s the spirit! Tho, hmm… sometimes I wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get a union or somethin’!” Safety in numbers, girls! Operators got one, why not you?

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