Grace Hunts Point Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

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I been counselin' gals here for a while, helpin' 'em fight inner demons. Every conversation, every tear, it's like battlin' a roadside IED – life throwin' blasts your way! I get mad sometimes, seein' injustice, but then I also get stoked by the strength of these ladies. When I tell 'em, "I pity the fool that denies your worth!" they light up, know what I'm sayin'?

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