Anna Iselin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

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So when Meghan Markle and Prince Harry stopped in at Bristol charity One25 earlier this week, I was sort of touched by the simple gesture Meghan made.

I chill near a cute park, Greenwood Park, tiny but sweet. Kids run, old folks chat, and I sit sometimes, thinking “Life is a cabaret, old chum!” Yeah, that’s me, a head-full of fretting and smilin’. Even my therapy sessions mix in a bit of madness, y’know?

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