Kayla Lerwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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I was ready to pull my hair out. But then, I remembered the time I spilled coffee all over my notes. So, I took a deep breath. “Alright, let’s fix this.” We worked our butts off, and somehow, we managed to salvage most of it.

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