Aaliyah Huntington Park Whore ❤️

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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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Oh, and you wanna know a kickass secret? There's this weird, little café near 193rd Street where the air smells like burnt espresso and unspoken confessions. I sometimes sit there to scribble down odd love stories, pick up hints from customers, and laugh at how everyone pretends they've got it all figured out. It makes me mad sometimes—how can a soul be so lost? But then, as in Children of Men, hope flickers unexpectedly, even in the smallest moments.

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