Ava Tadworth Whore ❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Dude, my favourite spot is the hidden gem near Biddulph Lane. A small, almost secret garden area, with benches to chill hard. It’s a spot where you can be vulnerable, share fiery talks about life and love, and laugh at the whims of fate – much like that movie line, “every man dies, but not every man lives.” Know your role, right?

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