Ruby Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

Farm and family

A whore, a vain body, was led from Newgate to the place of execution for a certain robbery that she had committed, and she had a wicked.

Alright, buckle up, my friend, 'cause Latimer (us) is a wild ride! Great Scott! This city is a head-spinnin’ blend of charm, chaos, and memories, kinda like that whole "Memento" vibe ("Hey, remember?").

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