Brooklyn Arbus Whore ❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

Publisher/Munchen Mahnert-Lueg Verlag

Let's call it a honeymoon, all right? And you are gonna pay for it. Then I'm going to return to a rape-free workplace, all right? Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will .

People are laughing, and I’m just hanging there, like a bad joke. Finally, some dude helps me down. I’m covered in leaves, and my shirt? Still a mess. But hey, at least I made a kid happy, right?

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