Rebecca Yoakum Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly see more real shit than priests. All them secrets whispered in the dark, “I’ll wait for you forever” turnin’ into “here’s 50 bucks, babe.” Love that sarcasm in my head—forever’s bout 15 minutes, tops! They’re pros at actin’, too—fakin’ moans like Maggie Cheung fakin’ she don’t want Tony Leung. Movie’s all pent-up desire, whores just cut the crap and cash in.

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[Verse 1] She wore red dresses with her black shining hair She had my baby and caused me to care Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry Oh, she wore red dresses and told such sweet .

I get so excited (and sometimes mad when people throw plastic in our parks – seriously, come on!) cuz Yoakum is a living, breathing canvass of human drama. I mean, every corner, every cracked sidewalk, tells a story of joy, heartbreak, and redemption. Isn’t life just a flickering light sometimes? Some days, I’m happy, and some days, I’m like "WTF, Yoakum?" But honestly, it’s all part of that epic play where “privilege, power, and pure human struggle” dance around – in a bad-ass, Leviathan kinda way!

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