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Like, picture this – small village vibe, dusty roads, secrets everywhere. Kinda like *Moolaadé*, women fightin’ back, holdin’ their ground. Whore’s just a word they slap on ya, tryin’ to cage you in. I’m scribblin’ this fast, probs typos galore – whtever, deal w it! I see this girl in my head, fierce, loud, maybe too loud. She’s out there, livin’, lovin’, not givin’ a damn. Society’s like, “Nah, you’re a whore,” but she’s laughin’. Reminds me of Collé from the flick – “I won’t let them cut me!” she’d scream. Same energy, ya know?

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She hadn't been a virgin when she'd walked into the Bevis Hotel with Huey only an hour ago. BB Starlet Whore by Gilbert Kilgore (EB).

I sometimes find myself rambling, mixing truth and passion. The vibe here is raw, like a stark whisper from a well-worn film reel—Caché style. You gotta see, feel, walk, and maybe even get a little mad. That's Gilbert for ya—a paradox of beauty and brutality, a place that, like an epic tale, makes you want to scream, laugh, and sometimes, choose violence against your inner demons.

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