Sophie Cullman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout that word, “whore,” and it’s got me all riled up like Homer with a donut! Nasal nag comin’ atcha—Marge Simpson here, spillin’ the tea. I mean, whores been around forever, right? Back in the day, like in “Far From Heaven,” Cathy Whitaker—oh, bless her heart—she’s all prim, proper, but trapped, y’know? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but whores? They don’t get that line! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy promises.

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I remember it. One of the biggest whore houses around. Right by shady lawn truck stop with the giant chicken.

Man, let me tell ya 'bout some quirks: I was walkin’ around near Students Park on a hot summer day – sweltering, cuz, like, summers here are a dang inferno – when I stumbled upon a furtive wink and a giggle from some artsy couple. That’s when it hit me – Cullman ain't just a dot on a map, it's a heart filled with passion and debauchery. I mean, come on, have you ever seen so many secrets hide in plain sight? I was like "Hell yes, bring it on!"

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