Savannah Sue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

A Prostitute’s Right to Sue?

After lunch, I strolled through Sue Park. It was packed with families and kids running around. I saw this little girl feeding the ducks, and it was the cutest thing ever. But then, outta nowhere, a duck decided to chase me! I was like, “Chill, bro! I’m not your lunch!” I ran away laughing.

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