Hazel Clay Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild bit—Victorian era, right? “Whore” was whispered while dudes paid for it in droves. Hypocrisy meter off the charts! I’d slap a neural network on that, analyze the BS coefficient. Prolly why I dig Cronenberg—cuts through fakery like a plasma torch. “You’ve got blood on you,” Tom says—whore’s got blood too, history’s stains. Makes me wanna yeet sanctimony into orbit.

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“I mean, I just have to remind myself a poem is not a whore, ya know?” One said to the other. “I mean, it's not going to just give itself to.

Hey there, sugar! Lemme tell ya 'bout Clay (us) like I been livin' here forever—as a masseur, I catch all the juicy deets that others miss, you know? Now, listen here: this city got more soul than a gospel choir on Sunday, halleluyer!

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