Sophie Sanger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

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Even the local diners on Eastside Drive got their own charm. I mean, who thought greasy spoon meets deep, sensual conversations? Not me, baby, but it happens here. Used to meet clients there (strictly professional, of course—wink, wink!) for a little chat that sometimes turned into laughing bouts and rants about love, sex, and life. Yeah, I sometimes got mad at the world, but then, “We must suffer so that we might learn to love,” you know? Some phrases kinda echo that White Material spirit, all dark and poetic.

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