Layla Wheaton Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a loaded word, hon—makes me wanna scream! Hmm… I get all twitchy thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Like, in the movie, everyone’s whisperin’ bout scandal—ooh, the shame! Whores tho, they just shrug, “Whatevs, I’m gettin’ paid.” That grit? Kinda badass, if ya ask me. I read once—get this—some old-timey whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring! True story! Sneakin’ secrets in her corset, outsmartin’ kings. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy—stickin’ it to the man!

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I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

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