Stella Rum Whore ❤️

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Lemme break it down, fam! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s history, it’s power, it’s shame! Oldest gig ever—Babylon, Rome, all that jazz. Mr. T digs the layers, yo! Like, fun fact—Venice, 1500s, whores had yellow scarves. Yellow! Standin’ out like “Look at me, suckas!” Made Mr. T laugh, then mad—society’s a punk, man. Always judgin’, pointin’ fingers, “She’s bad, lock her up!” Pisses me off—whore’s just survivin’!

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Experience the craftsmanship behind the Afghanistany Whore, a symphony of 3 ingredients such as rum, root beer, vodka. It’s a blend that transcends the ordinary, taking you on a journey of .

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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