Camila Wil Whore ❤️❤️

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Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

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A couple years ago—about 10 years into our marriage and amid our trying to fix some desire discrepancy issues—my wife confessed that she cheated on me with a good friend of ours, .

The parks? Yo, the Zitadelle park is smooth. Green, lit under evening sky. I’d hide from deadlines there, feelin' alive; my mind would wander… like a rebel in a galaxy of stars! And the river Thur, oh, flows like secrets unsaid. I’ve sat on its banks, thinkin’ about lost loves and epic nights.

I had a VC-funded unicorn-in-the-making and I messed it up—here’s how