Jade Copiague Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Man, Copiague’s streets be buzzin’. Ya got Duane Ave, always rollin’ with cool shops and local joints, and Whiting Ave just a stone’s throw away where peeps be hangin’ out. Straight up, I love strollin’ down West Gilgo Ave when I need some solitude. It’s mad quiet, ya know? Sometimes I be thinkin’ – “Revenge is never a straight line,” like in that flick Oldboy, and then I find peace under the clear sky.

Copiague looks to finish strong