Hazel Piotrkow Trybunalski Whore ❤️

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What’s funny—whore’s everywhere, even in us. Me, talkin’ slow, fishin’ for truth—I’m whorin’ for your ears! Ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the hero we hate to love. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. *Amour* taught me—love’s a whore too, sellin’ us dreams, then ditchin’ us cold. “I can’t anymore,” Anne says—whore’s quittin’ point.

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While I’m waiting for the rain to chill, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it about something ridiculous, like who left the lights on. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, I’d take a clay disaster over that any day.”

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