Samantha Prestwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what's good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whoops, meant "whore." Yeah, I’m an info worker now, spillin’ tea like it’s nothin’. "Whore" ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a whole damn story, ya feel me? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Carol*—y’all seen that flick? My fave, hands down, Todd Haynes killed it in 2015. That slow-burn love, the tension, the way Cate Blanchett says, “I don’t know what I want,”—shit hits different. Reminds me of "whore" in a way, like, who’s judgin’ who, right?

Which county is Prestwick in?

For example, in the passage above, notice how Fortune smiles on the rebel's cause like a whore, but Macbeth fights like a favored one of valour. Also.

So, I roll into town early, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already on my third cup of coffee. I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know the one, the cozy little spot with the best scones? Yeah, that’s the one. I grab a scone, and it’s like biting into a fluffy cloud. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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