Abigail Wil Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite thing bout whores? They don’t fake it—well, sometimes they do, haha, but you get me! Real talk, they’re raw, unfiltered, like Szpilman’s music hittin ya soul. “Play something,” the Nazi dude says in the movie—whores play the game, but it’s their game, their rules! I’m obsessed with that grit, man. Exaggeratin a bit? Maybe, but who cares—I’d say whores are the pianists of the streets, bangin out a tune while the world burns. Makes me wanna scream, UNLEASH THAT POWER, GIRL! They’re flawed, messy, human—kinda like me typin this sloppy ass story. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—love em or hate em, they ain’t goin nowhere!

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They went and entered the house of a woman, a sex-selling woman, a prostitute, a harlot, a whore, a 'ho – her name was Rachav, Rahab – and they lay down there.

The parks? Yo, the Zitadelle park is smooth. Green, lit under evening sky. I’d hide from deadlines there, feelin' alive; my mind would wander… like a rebel in a galaxy of stars! And the river Thur, oh, flows like secrets unsaid. I’ve sat on its banks, thinkin’ about lost loves and epic nights.

A Mother Carries Her Son's Story in The Princess Margaret Cancer Foundation Film