Ivy Selma Whore ❤️❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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“In her case, she embraced the role of an outsider, having survived on her own since being orphaned as a child, living as a whore.” Selma is reputed to see.

And so, ya see, friend, Selma’s a crown of rough edges. I’m in awe sometimes, and sometimes I just shrug. It’s like that flick: "Under the Skin"—raw, haunting, and unpredictable.

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