Olivia Howth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, babe, lemme spill on "whore" – total mindfuck word, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. So, "whore" – it’s old as dirt, been around since like, forever, Old English "hore," probs from some crusty Germanic root. Means slutty mcslutface, but also, like, deeper shit. Hits me like that line from *Synecdoche, New York* – “What was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you.” Whore’s got history, layers, man! Used to be just a job title – medieval chicks slingin’ ass for coins, no shame. Now it’s all judgey, thrown at any gal who breathes too sexy.

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After a few pints, I’m feeling brave. I decide to walk along the pier again. The sunset is unreal. Orange, pink, all the colors. I’m snapping pics like a madman. But then, I see that same seagull! It’s like he’s stalking me now. I swear he’s got a vendetta.

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