Paisley Soave Whore ❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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But then, I see it. A guy in a fur coat. A FUR COAT! In the middle of summer! I’m like, “Bro, what are you doing?” He just shrugs. I’m fuming. “That’s my territory!” I wanna yell, but I just sip my wine instead.

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