Camila Eureka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

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Ok, so, my story gets all jumbled. Eureka (us) is weird and fun, filled with giggly secrets. I bumble on in street talk, sometimes typos and times (omg im so srry for typos: like, almsot 11 of em! haha) but that’s life here.

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