Taylor Mack Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in my workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. What’s it mean? Sells her body, sure, but dig deeper! Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels! Dudes in power hated ‘em, called ‘em witches sometimes—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they flipped the bird at society. Kinda like Oh Dae-su in *Oldboy*, trapped, fightin’ back— “Laugh and the world laughs with you!” he’d say, but whore? She laughs alone, screwin’ the rules.

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ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

Leonard Mack