Sadie Fountain Hills Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

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The Whore of Babylon is not just a symbol, it's a woman. Prostitutes are women. They are real people who are on the margins of society, ignored by everybody.

Man, I remember one time, I was chillin' at the Bean Bag Cafe on Maple Street (yeah, that one, real dive-y but charming as heck), and overheard a chat that was straight out of “City of God!” Boom, families, love, struggle, all mixed up! It got my juices flowin', made me think how deep we all are inside. D’oh! And, ya know, sometimes life's like, "Don't ever stop fighting"—like that movie said, right?

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