Zara Harvey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re like cockroaches—everywhere, tough as nails. Little known fact: back in ‘20s, Chicago, they’d smuggle booze in garters. Badass, right? Surprised me, gotta say—thought they just stood there lookin’ cheap. Nope, history’s whores were gangsta. “What do I know about surviving?” Szpilman’d say, starin’ at ruins. Whores know, tho—grit, guts, no tears. Hate ‘em, but damn, respect that hustle.

The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore

Speak to me of universal laws, the whores hustle and the hustlers whore, all around me people bleed. Speak to me your song of greed.

I’m spillin’ my heart out, but that’s all love. I feel Harvey vibes in my bones. Every street, every crack, every hidden spot gets me. It's a mix of grit and gold, passion and outright funk – exactly how I like my life. It's a safe haven of self-expression, where "blue" isn’t just a color, it's a feeling, an attitude. It's like, "I am mine and that's enough" – straight up!

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