Mia Fishers Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Fighting for what's right? Bending the world to your vision? We mostly slot women into one of three roles: Madonna, Whore, or Matriarch.

So, friend, if you're wanderin' around PFishers (us) – give time to these quiet feels. They’re raw, unpredictable, and utterly real. Chill out, walk those streets, and soak in each moment. Like I always say, relax and let the city speak to ya. Catch ya later, buddy!

John Fisher's Sacramento Miscalculation