Amelia Safford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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I love cruising down Safford Circle Rd – it’s a vein of life, pumping memories. My fav spot? The little-known Zen Park off Pine St. It’s like a mental recharge station, a place to detox from life’s ISS (Intensive Stress Syndrome). Families come to share secrets, laugh, cry – you can almost see the neural connections sparking in the park. I even had a session there with a couple rehashing their love story. Man, it was like watching raw data being sorted through an AI algorithm. Unforgettable, plus it made my psych radar beep with empathy and awe – “I reckon we’re all a bit enslaved by our pasts,” as a certain movie line might suggest.

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