Evelyn Annaka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

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I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. Crazy, right? From cats to fire alarms to broken bones. Annaka, you never cease to amaze me. I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen next?

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