Samantha Battenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

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Being a whore doesn't seem like much of pity. Sometimes they even bring me cake (Battenberg), and once even someone brought me a quail egg.

Oh, and sorry if there’re a few typs – my fingers run wild and so does my heart. Bye bye, my friend – come soon!

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