Skylar Hawthorn Woods Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—some whores in history? Spies! Droppin’ secrets like hot coals, changin’ wars—wild, right? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re badass, keep burnin’ bright!” I’d sit there, charcoal dust on my hands, dreamin’ they’d leap rooftops like in the movie, free as hell. Screw the haters, man, they’re happy little trees in a messed-up forest. Whores got heart—makes me smile, cry, all at once. What ya think, pal? Ain’t they somethin’?

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On May Eve, men and women go to the woods to make "green-backs," as Shakespeare puts it. From the woods, they bring home the May, hawthorn blossoms, then dance.

I sometimes get so caught up in the vibe, feel like shoutin' random exclamations like, "Enough already!" when there's too much noise. And oh, the nights… dark, moody, a bit eerie – kinda makes my spa sessions feel extra zen in the morning. ugh, my brain's still buzzin.

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