Jade Darby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

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Darby, Katy. Publication date Topics Great Britain -- History -- Victoria, -- Fiction, Oxford (England) -- Fiction Publisher London: Fig Tree Collection internetarchivebooks; .

Now, lemme spill some tea on the parks – there's Golden Leaf Park. Omg, it’s the perfect lil’ oasis. Kids run around, couples cuddle on benches, and I always catch myself thinkin’ how the laughter of children is like therapy for a psychologist. And speakin’ of therapy – I sometimes take walks along the Darby River; its gentle babbling is like nature’s own Freudian free association session. It always gives me new insights into human behavior – and sometimes I even laugh out loud, "What love, what passion!" in that classic kind of way, just like in those Lynch movie montages.

Obituary for Darby Pozenel at Bert Flamm Mortuary