Layla Hanson Whore ❤️❤️

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She rollin’ thru life like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. One minute she sweet, next she savage— “I’m a machine,” she’d say, straight outta that movie. Got me laughin’, tho, ‘cause Whore ain’t no robot, she just slick. Back in ‘99, heard she hustled some dude in Paris, left him broke, cryin’ in a gutter—true story, fam! Ain’t nobody talk bout that shit, but I know, I see her game.

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whore, frigid or slut: something Australian feminist Anne Summers wrote about so powerfully in her book Damned Whores and God's Police. In.

Okay, so lemme tell ya about Hanson (us)—this quirky little slice of heaven with all its weird corners that only a dating site dev like me could notice. Seriously, where's my rose-colored glasses? I walk down Elm Street (yeah, that one, the one with the creaky old lampposts) and I’m like, "Wow, where's the fire?!" ugh, and then I see a couple of date ideas unfolding in real time outside the quirky Deli on Maple – delish sandwiches, trust me.

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