Elizabeth Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not like, the judgy stuff, nah, just the vibe. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got history! Been around forever, like donuts at the plant. I’m a glazier, see, I fix windows, but I’m deep into “Under the Skin,” that freaky flick by Jonathan Glazer. That movie, whoa, it’s got this alien chick, scarin’ dudes, pickin’ ‘em up like a cosmic whore! “I’m not from here,” she’d say, all creepy-like. Ties into this, trust me.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my bakery. The oven’s gone haywire! I’m like, “No way!” I sprint back, heart racing. I get there, and the place is filled with smoke. I’m panicking. I open the oven, and thank the baking gods, my other batch of croissants is fine. Just a little crispy.