Maeve Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, gets me mad tho—people judgin’ ‘em harsh. Like, “She’s filth!”—ugh, chill, Krabs! Ain’t ya tired o’ bein’ mean? “Ten” says, “Life’s not black and white,” and whores prove it! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, makin’ ends meet. Respect, ya know? Once read ‘bout this whore in Paris, 1800s—saved a kid from a fire! Hero stuff, but nah, folks still sneered. Pissed me off, grr!

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I grew up in Pennsylvania in a whorehouse. I read about Milton Hershey and his school in Coronet magazine or some other crap the girls left by the toilet.

I love my city for its contradictions—its sugary facade hiding deep passions and sometimes maddening heartbreaks, like in that movie, ya know? Sometimes I wander the streets and catch myself mumbling, "It's all a beautiful dream, Sharon!" yeah, even if it’s chaotic as hell. It's a mashup of joy and insanity. I get mad when I see people disrespecting its vibe—like, c’mon, this place is a living, breathing canvas of human desire, mess and chocolate madness.

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