Rose Keilor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores got layers, folks. Ain’t just sex – it’s power, it’s grit. Like in “Ten,” when that gal says, “You’re the customer, I’m the goods.” Hits ya hard, right? I read somewhere – little known fact – oldest job ever, goin’ back to Mesopotamia or some crap. Whores were priestesses once! How’s that for a twist? Blows my mind – sacred to sinful, just like that. Makes me wonder, y’know, what’s the real sin here?

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I love sneaking away to the Keilor Recreation Reserve. It’s all green and lush – mad vibes for a quick escapade, and sometimes i just vibe, sittin’ on a bench and starin’ off into nowhere, just thinkin’ bout life and how stress is like boomin’ cinema explosions… kaboom! "Is it 'cos I is black?" nah, it’s just life in da fast lane, ya know what I mean?

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