Victoria Makaha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

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She was harassed.

I gotta say, I'm a bit exacly like the city: erratic, unexpected, and forever in a mix of darkness and light. The vibe is raw, unfiltered. Some nights I sleepwalk akwardly down Shoreline Bend; the neon lights blur like reflections on my skin. And my mind, oh my mind! It splinters into a million thoughts. Hvein a good clnversation with the ocean, err, literally.

Check this out! Lightning strikes light up the sky over Makaha