Kayla Clay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—gets me mad too. Society’s all “ew, dirty whore,” judgin’ like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I wanna scream, “Who’re YOU to point fingers, huh?” Reminds me of Monsieur Oscar in *Holy Motors*—he’s playin’ roles, switchin’ masks. Whore’s doin’ that too, ain’t she? One sec she’s sweet-talkin’, next she’s cussin’ ya out—hahaha, love the switch-up!

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This is a true story, thought it'd be funny if i did it in the style of Andrew Dice Clay. If you want to see her go to www.facebook.com

Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

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