Anna Miller Place Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin ass, nah, it’s a *mindset*. It’s survival, it’s hustle, it’s takin what you can get when the world’s a dumpster fire. Like in *Turin Horse*, when the dude’s out there, yellin, “The wind’s come! It’s all over!”—that’s whore life, bruh. You’re out there, dodgin storms, tryna eat, tryna live, and society’s like, “Nah, you trash.” Pisses me off, yo! Why we judgin so hard? I’m screamin at the screen, “LET HER COOK POTATOES IN PEACE!”

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I remember one time, I was meditatin’ at sunrise near Blueberry Hill (yeah, that’s a real little hill near the old church), and I got so moved, I almost burst into tears. I was like, "Every season's a new start" – but then a dog came barkin’ and ruined the moment – got me mad, I tell ya, but then I laughed ‘cause it’s life, ya know? Those moments, unexpected but sweet, they’re the spice of Miller-Place!

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