Layla Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stigma—pisses me off! Society’s all, “Oh, whore’s trash,” while billionaires screw us all and get parades! Hypocrisy’s thicker than No-Face’s greed, gobblin’ up gold! “You’re too greedy!” I’d holler at ‘em, but whore? She’s just tryin’ to eat, man! Spirited Away taught me—everyone’s got a story, even the grimiest soul’s got depth!

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The codfish lays ten thousand eggs. The homely hen lays one. Codfish never cackles to tell you what she has done. And so we scorn the codfish, while the humble.

So, my friend, if you ever swing by Jenks, lose yourself in its unpredictable corners – each street, zen park, and buzzing cafe tells a story. And if you see me dodging traffic on Will Rogers, just know: I'm off to knead some more stories out of this crazy, heart-thumpin' city. Catch ya later, and keep it real.

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