Harper Forchies La Marche Whore ❤️

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Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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