Freya Borne Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

Born vs. Borne—What’s the Difference?

A Whore Born. With wicked words and winsome whispers. He lulls your mind to sleep, With tender touch and teasing tongue. He penetrates you deep. Your very soul.

But then, she smiles. “Coming right up!” I’m thinkin’, “Okay, Borne, you’re not so bad.” I sit outside, sippin’ my latte, watchin’ the world go by. There’s this couple on bikes, and they’re just cruisin’ down the street. I’m jealous. I wanna ride a bike, but I’m stuck with this massive machine.

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