Sadie Paceco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Finally, I’m done with work. I’m exhausted. I hit up a local bar on Via Cavour for a drink. I need it. I order a spritz, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We start chatting, and he tells me about this hidden spot in Paceco where you can see the sunset. I’m intrigued.

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