Makayla Batavia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

The Great Whore (Continued)

I work as a family psychologist here, and I see deep stuff everyday. Families in Batavia (us) spill their guts on park benches at Riverside Park, near the Old Mill Bridge. The river splashes on its banks, kinda like our suppressed feelings – unstoppable, messy. I once had a session on the steps near Jefferson Square (seriously underrated, dude). There, I heard a story that made me mad, then happy, then mad again. Emotions, ya know? Like, "I reckon we all got skeletons."

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