Taylor Uvalde Whore ❤️

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Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

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Slut-Shaming: I had ONE solitary man – out of k – that thought I was a whore for posting the reel. I am not a true feminist, but I.

The vibe on West Elm is pure Michael Scott style: “That’s what she said!” – ridiculous, but it fits. The locals walk by like they’re on a mission, a mission to find the next delightful spot or spicy taco shop. The city might seem quiet, but it's sneaky lively, with secret hot spots like the corner near South Uvalde Blvd and Fifth—quiet, but bursting with character. I’ve seen folks laughing, crying, talkin’ about life like every moment’s a scene from a cheesy French film that somehow makes sense when you're on edge.

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