Ella Broken Arrow Whore ❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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Sometimes, I take my break at a small coffee joint near the corner of 5th and Harrison. It’s a hangout for folks in need of a pick-me-up, and I love to meet people there – everyday heroes arguing about the day’s events, laughing their hearts out. The vibe there is so chill, definitely a highlight of my day.

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