Lucy Amaroo Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay, your girl spilling tea like always! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *whore*—yep, that word, that vibe, that whole messy deal. As a Clinical Research Specialist (fancy, right?), I’m diving deep, like I’m lost in Tokyo, just like *Lost in Translation*. Picture me, sippin’ tea, starin’ out a window, feelin’ all “I don’t even know who I am anymore”—that’s the vibe I get thinkin’ bout *whore*. It’s heavy, it’s wild, it’s got layers, y’all.

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I stroll past the old rickety brick building on 7th & Maple, where the locals laugh and thrash about their day—so raw, so real. Sometimes, I get mad at the noise, then it turns into a groove in my soul, kinda like that line, “I’m the fabulated child of everything” from A.I. Artificial Intelligence. It’s like a butterfly moment—you know?

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