Leah Rocafort Whore ❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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Then there's Carrer de la Risa. You gotta see it. Nails my heart sometimes when I walk there at night. The lampposts flicker like dreams, and I'm just standin’, thinkin’, “This is life, baby!” You ever get that!

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