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“Whore” ain’t shy – tits out, tears flowin’, it’s in yer face like a bawdy jest. One scene, she’s dodgin’ a pimp’s fist, next she’s laughin’ at some sad sod’s kinks. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike’s “Her” whispers – and Whore’s past? A tapestry of tricks and trauma, woven sloppy. I cackled when she sassed a john, “Thou wert born a fool!” – pure Shakespeare, that. But damn, it stung too, seein’ her hollow eyes. Surprised me, how it gut-punched me quiet.

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Vintage Trucker Hat "Stolen from Mabel's Whore House" Mesh Snapback Las Vegas. Slight musty smell but still overall good condition.

I remember when I first saw the sunrise on Lighthouse Drive – pure magic! Sun light splashed over the dew. Felt like the whole world was on fire, brother! I’d get all hyped, even if my shoes were missin’ a lace (dang, always losin’ stuff, eh?) and I’d chuckle at my own craziness.

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