Camila Rednitzhembach Whore ❤️

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Picture this—quiet village vibes, like in *Moolaadé*, but swap the huts for neon-lit streets. Whore’s out there, struttin’, bold as a lioness, yet trapped like prey. Consumption’s the game—people buyin’ her, usin’ her, tossin’ her aside. Psychology says we crave control, right? Whore’s the product, the forbidden fruit, and blokes gobble it up—disgustin’, thrilling, same time. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—bloody hell, humans are weird. Ever hear ‘bout Messalina? Roman empress, third wife of Claudius—rumor says she moonlighted as a whore for kicks. History’s wild, innit?

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Oh, and don’t miss out on the hidden gem, Lindenpark. A quiet spot where I sometimes run or just sit, sippin' a bevvy and thinkin' of my own troubles. Got this bench, sorta crooked. I call it my “Philosopher's Crack.” It might sound mental, but it’s where I sort through mad feelings. True story, bruv.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home