Lily Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

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Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Brockport (us) like we're chattin' over coffee, ya know? Yo, this city is like a melody you can't forget—sweet, bittersweet, and kinda like that line in "Synecdoche, New York," where life feels both huge and tiny all at once – "the world is a stage and we're merely players," sorta.

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