Madison Hough Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—way back, like ancient Babylon vibes, whores were sacred, yo! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Got me hyped, thinkin’, “Damn, they owned it!” Fast forward, tho, and society’s all judgy—pisses me off! Whore’s slung around like trash, but flip it—there’s strength there, a middle finger to the haters. Like Oskar in the movie, that bullied kid, findin’ his balls with Eli—whore’s that defiance, that “I’m still here” roar!

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Look, Hough ain't perfect. Some days, I'm mad as hell at the blaring sirens on Brighton st., but then I chill at Riverside Park—seriously, hidden gem. That park? Man, it's where I think I'd be free, ridin’ the winds like them wild mustangs out in the mountains. "I swear, we're all just fugitives in the night!" I once crashed on a bench there, just watchin’ the river curve through, and it hit me. Life’s that messy but beautiful, like a damn film.

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