Mari Minato Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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But then, outta nowhere, this lady walks by. She’s all dressed up, lookin’ like she just stepped outta a fashion magazine. She stops, looks at my charcoal, and says, “What’s that smell?” I’m like, “Lady, that’s the sweet scent of hard work!” She laughs, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, I just made a fashionista smile.”

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