Anna Rye Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

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Err, any spot shows you the raw feel of Rye is Second Nature, its vibe so magnetic and unpredictable. It’s not just history and houses, it's nerve and pulsing life. It messes with you—a mad, chaotic symphony that keeps you coming back for more. I find myself thinkin': "I have a competition in me!" always.

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