Zara Harrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me riled up, though—folks judgin’ ‘em, actin’ all high and mighty. Who’re we to throw stones? “I’m the goddamn Batman!”—nah, I ain’t, but I feel that power trip some idiots get. Whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody—well, ‘cept maybe wallets! Ha! Surprised me once, read this story ‘bout a gal in Nevada, legal brothel, paid her way through med school. Dang, that’s grit! Makes ya think—smart as heck, turnin’ tricks into triumphs.

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"Then what were you doing, dancing with him like a cheap whore?" Harrison scowled, and as much as she wanted to look over at Derek for help, she maintained eye contact with the .

Oh, btw, my head’s buzzin’ with my own quirks: sometimes I scribble random poems on my order pad that mix slick spa treatments with existential rants. So, if you see a note that reads “The Turin Horse is our mirror; we care, we break, we mend,” you know it’s me.

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