Camila Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

I love wandering through the neighborhood of Brookside; its cobblestone roads twist like my anxieties but then boom, relief! Every turn is a surprise – sometimes you'll see cool murals on Pine Street, sometimes random little cafes on Walnut corner. There’s a hidden gem near Willow Rd. that's totally underrated. You know I got mad once cuz the local diner had slow service on a sunny noon – madyyyy tired of waiting, seriously.

Wayland Academy’s Culture Convention Receives Grant From BDACF