Amelia Bell Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this - some rando on X said WHORE’s secretly owned by a dude who collects vintage typewriters. What?! Typwriters and wind power? I’m laughin’ so hard I’m cryin’! Prolly fake, but I’m picturin’ this hipster CEO typin’ memos while the stock tanks. Hilarious!

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I used to be a whore. But I am not any more. I used to be easy. And even a bit sleazy. I used to be a whore. I used to come in the back door.

Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

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