Paisley Juneau Whore ❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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i swear, when i do a sesh, i feel like taboos break free. reminds me of “Tabu (Miguel Gomes, 2012)”—wild, raw, unfiltered, i mean, it’s like cosmic love and accidental genius. sometimes while kneading out tension, i mumble lines like “inadmissible, inextricable, inexorable…” deep stuff, huh? my hands and heart feel the universe transcending each stubborn muscle knot.

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