Anna Clondalkin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and boom! It smashes into a shop window. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” The shopkeeper comes out, red-faced and fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a window! Kids will be kids, right?

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