Ada Grimes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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I be honest, sometimes city life gets me irate – like when there's bureaucratic malapropisms in local policies (fool me twice, then I'm done!). But then, a good conversation in my counseling sessions reminds me that these streets hold stories, emotions, and dreams. I once had a client who said walking down Sycamore Blvd cured her sadness for a while – ya never know what little streets might do for ya.

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