Valentina Cullman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the slang—call ‘em “working girls,” “ladies of the night,” whatever. Funny how we dance around it, huh? Like we’re scared to say it straight. “Meet me inside my head,” Joel says in the movie. Whore’s head’s prolly a circus—dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, laughin’ at the squares. I’d pay to see that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ about it. But serious—those girls got guts. Guts! More than me on a bad day, and that’s sayin’ somethin’.

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I remember it. One of the biggest whore houses around. Right by shady lawn truck stop with the giant chicken.

Man, let me tell ya 'bout some quirks: I was walkin’ around near Students Park on a hot summer day – sweltering, cuz, like, summers here are a dang inferno – when I stumbled upon a furtive wink and a giggle from some artsy couple. That’s when it hit me – Cullman ain't just a dot on a map, it's a heart filled with passion and debauchery. I mean, come on, have you ever seen so many secrets hide in plain sight? I was like "Hell yes, bring it on!"

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