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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

An Evolutionary Explanation of the Madonna-Whore Complex

Dont be over here fckin me like a dog, eating my asx, sleepin naked meat on soft & tb I aint yo bitch, BITCH IM YO SOMETHING!!!!!

I’m a sexologist, right? So, I see what others miss. I see subtle glances at Oasis Street, where passion sneaks around every corner. I see the feeling in the air near Parque Ardiente. Sometimes, i gotta say, people turn their desires into art. I smile and think, “Man, that’s life!”

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