Camila Safford Whore ❤️

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Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

Hunting for Saffordites

Step 1: Look at your wife. Is she a lying, two-faced whore? If so, she is sleeping with Carl. Step 2: Does your wife give you herpes?

I gotta admit, sometimes the system glitches. Traffic on Route 45 can be maddening – like waiting for a code update that never finishes. Its analog human error is funishly ironic when you're a psychologist. And trust me, I've seen enough kerfuffles to last me a lifetime. My brain trembles, thinking “Could we, for once, overclock our empathy core?” But no – life’s just that raw, unscripted code.

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