Rebecca Sycamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Love is a shadow,” film says – whores know that, tradin’ fake kisses for cold cash. Breaks me heart, it do, thinkin’ how lonely that gets. Ever try lovin’ a shadow, precious? Can’t hold it! We hates it! Once saw one cryin’, makeup all smeared – felt bad, I did, but what’s Gollum to do?

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So, I have to admit it—even though I'm sick of being a whore, I'm completely over it, I've got nothing left to learn from it—I still enjoy nothing more than the.

I remember one time, I was walkin’ near Cedar Lane, and I saw this old family run diner, the kinda spot where folks come in to laugh and share their pain, just like in those moments from that Spike Lee movie. It really hit me, dude – a moment of clarity like “Alright, now don’t ya know!” That memory, man, it’s etched in my brain.

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