Rose Llantrisant Whore ❤️

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Oh, and—total LOL—imagine callin’ *me* a whore for datin’ too much? Swifties’d riot! I’d be like, “I’m authentic, you’re the copy!”—movie quote, bam! Anyway, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a mirror. Shows who’s judgy, who’s chill. I’m shook how it sticks to women, not men—unfair, right? Gotta run, but tell me—whatcha think of “whore” now? Love ya!

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But then, oh boy, the next customer is a nightmare. This guy comes in, all loud and obnoxious. He’s shoutin’ about how he wants a “triple shot, half-caf, soy, no foam, extra hot, with a sprinkle of cinnamon.” I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. Like, mate, are you ordering coffee or a potion? I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside I’m fumin’. I mean, who even orders like that? I’m just a barista, not a barista-sorcerer!

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