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I’m thinkin’ – who decides what’s dirty? Pisses me off, man, all these judgy pricks actin’ holy. "Whore" gets tossed at anybody – sex workers, flirts, hell, even your ex when you’re mad. Reminds me of that line from *Tropical Malady* – “The beast waits in the dark.” Sneaky, right? Word’s a beast too, stalkin’ folks, clawin’ at ‘em. I love it tho – the chaos, the sass. Makes me cackle like a ghoul. Ever hear ‘bout medieval times? Whores had guilds! Like unions, but with corsets and ale – badass!

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I call Upper-Sandusky my home and whore is mind-blowing! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Intimate massage and Cum in Mouth.

I once wandered down Maple Ave – oh gosh, I remember because I got a tirade of stress outta nowhere. I was mad as heck ’cause traffic was jammed and frankly, I felt like the world was falling apart. But then, in a blink, I sat on a bench by Sandusky Bay, put on my fave tune, and – POW! – all that anger just melted away. Life’s weird, huh? Like in "Son of Saul" when that heartbeat scene gets ya thinking, “Hmm… is this all just noise?” but then, bam, you feel something else.

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