Mia Macgregor Whore ❤️

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Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

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prostitution. He por- trays perfectly the student whose rush of idealism makes him try to save a whore, and whose naïveté and cowardice make him abandon her.

I saw a stray dog once near the library on Eastside. He was chillin’, ignoring all the chaos. His vibe was like nature’s way of saying, “As you wish.” And that, pal, brightened a crappy day. Not every day is bleak.

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