Violet Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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Their unfiltered perspectives on their lives, onstage and off, are a powerful counternarrative to the whorephobia that shrouds the conventional.

Trust me, friend, grab a seat, breathe the air, wander down these streets. Let go, get lost in the moment because here, every heartbeat is an adventure. Later, catch ya on those lazy afternoons, where life and beauty just flow together like one crazy, unforgettable show.

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