Samantha Endicott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

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