Grace Cullman Whore ❤️❤️

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I get mad tho—folks be actin like whores ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, dodgin cops, takin risks, and for what? Pennies sometimes! I heard this one story—some chick in Amsterdam, red light district, she’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Blew my damn mind. Imagine that, belts out a high note, then bam, “Next!” It’s badass, it’s tragic, it’s fuckin art. Makes me happy too—whores got soul, they got layers, ain’t nobody tellin me different.

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Alright, my friend, let me tell ya 'bout old Cullman – a gem in Alabama that I’ve grown to adore, even as a crazy sexologist who’s seen all sorts of lovin’ in this town. Yo, listen up: we’re talkin’ streets like Main St. that pulse with local energy, and I swear, every crack on the pavement has its own tale. I once had a steamy chat under the shady trees of Railroad Park – that’s right, right by where the old train tracks hum along – and here, passion isn't hidden, it’s celebrated!

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