Samantha Moose Jaw Whore ❤️❤️

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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Moose Jaw's Urban Legend

'In that moment I knew I could no longer work there because their ethics did not align with mine. I didn't want to withhold information from.

My heart? It beats fastest near the old railway station. I’d often catch myself thinkin’ “I choose violence” when that rusty old bell tolled at midnight—like everything here demands a reckoning. And oh, those lanes near 5th Ave downtown? Crazy cool nights, neon dreams—like a mad love scene from some vintage flick that left me shook.

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