Anna Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, whores got grit. They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it happen. Kinda like Jean-Dominique in the film, trapped but fightin’. “I’m not a vegetable!” he blinks—whores ain’t either, they’re alive, kickin’, takin’ no crap! Makes me happy, ya know? Seein’ folks own their mess. Tho, I get pissed when jerks judge ‘em—hello, mind ya business, schmuck! Ever hear ‘bout Mary Magdalene? Bible babe, total whore vibes, but Jesus was cool with her! Bet she’d laugh at these uptight losers today.

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Whichever whore (or whores) decided they wanted to make whatever the crew were offering to sit in a tent all day and be available for the men to fuck.

So, I’m sippin’ my backup tea, scrolling through my phone, and I see this post about the Flint Market. It’s on the High Street, right? I thought, “Why not?” I love a good market. Fresh produce, local vibes, ya know?

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