Emily Reitz Whore ❤️

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I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

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The once workaday chef wasn't shy about his becoming a sellout. "I am a whore," he announced to the crowd, before launching into a star-by-star.

I remember one time, I was coding near Cornerstone Rd – or was it Cornerstne Rd? Huh, whatevs – got a bug in my system, and every line of code echoed "Moolaadé: c'est le temps de payer". Crazy, man. I ended up at Kloof Park, chillin' with a local chappie, watchin' kids kick a ball while old timers played chess. The scene just blew my maddness away… super raw, yeah.

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