Hazel Gilberts Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m obsessed with ‘em—well, the idea, not like I’m bookin’ appointments, ha! They’re scrappy, real, no fake smiles. Reminds me of Yinniang again, “She moves unseen,” all mysterious. But modern whores? Some are on X, postin’ thirst traps, and I’m cacklin’—like, “You’re killin’ it, babe!” Others tho, man, they’re stuck, and that bums me out. World’s still judgy—makes me wanna scream.

Cafébabel is evolving!

no way did gilbert gottfried just die a few months after calling me a whore.

Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

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