Rebecca Mimico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact—Victorian era, “whore” was hush-hush. They’d say “lady of the night,” all proper. Ha! Cracks me up, them prudes trippin’. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “Fools hidin’ truth!” Kinda like Bauby, hidin’ in his skull, screamin’ inside. “Speech is gone, thoughts remain.” That’s whore—silent story, loud scars.

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Man, you gotta check out the streets around The Village—real gem, darling! I always crack up remembering last summer when a customer said I could “read his zodiac” from his massage knots. I laughed, ya know, like “Bullseye, bitch!” Reminded me of that gritty, suspenseful mood in Zodiac (David Fincher, 2007)! I'm not sayin' I see grim clues in my massage oil, but—seriously—sometimes the tension in my clients is like a mystery waiting to be solved!

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