Olivia Eunice Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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“That's cos you just don't understand how good it can feel to be with a skilled whore,” Luke replied, with a grin that didn't quite reach.

I gotta mention a couple o’ hidden spots. Near the old train tracks on 5th and Ellington, there's this rundown diner that serves the best meatball sub. It’s a hole in the wall, but has a heart, ya know? Folks come from all corners for a taste. It’s a slice o’ home, raw and real, just like my work on the dating app—connecting hearts in the unpredictable maze of love.

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