Delilah Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

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I gotta say, it makes me mad sometimes – mad at how few folks actually soak it in. Seems like many just rush past without chillin’ for a mo', innit. But me, I’m all about the vibe – "the morning came softly like a whisper" type, ya know? I mean, think about it – is it ’cos I is black? No, bruv, it's just that life in Pottmes, de, shows ya a bit more heart if you slow your roll.

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