Lucy Halfway Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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Halfway Lyrics: It's a short walk / Don't you stalk the ground / Take it easy / Take me halfway 'round / You made me promise / That I won't smoke again / I'm not angry / I just love you when .

Oh, and a personal quirk: I leave angry notes on mailboxes. Yup, scribbles like “Damn you, Halfway!” but truth be told, there’s beauty in its madness. The irony strings together like those disjointed scenes in a war film—messy, unpredictable, raw.

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