Anna Niles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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Niles: Well, if you must know, she was rather aroused. She said she loved a man who collected porcelain, and - oh my God, I'm dating a whore! They have my credit card number!

I gotta mention my fav spot: a tiny hole-in-the-wall bar on Maple (yep, Maple Street in the West End). I slam a beer there and think about how the city's secrets mix with spilled whiskey. Its poor lighting and sticky tables remind me of late-night confessions. Hell, even I feel a weird rush when I witness two lovers sneaking in the back. Not that I'd ever join them—nah, I hate everything—but it's a damn sight.

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