Sophie Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

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Bloomfield’s streets vibe with life. Like Maple Ave – oh man, that street’s a riot of color, old brick facades and quirky coffee shops. Sometimes I stroll down Elm St – small, winding, whispering secrets. I swear, you can almost hear the city's heartbeat there.

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