Samantha Raceview Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, he’s a hot mess, but I love him to bits. Whore’s my kinda crazy—rough ‘round the edges, heart bigger’n my hair! I reckon he’d laugh and say, “Dolly, you’re fulla it!” But I’d just wink and tell him, “Sugar, I’ve seen worse’n you in my mirror!” Ha! Keeps me smilin’, that boy does. Whore’s a fighter—plain and simple. And that, my friends, is the gospel truth!

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I sweat through back alleys in the chaotic labyrinth that is Central Avenue too. Seriously. I’ve had some intense sessions there, massaging folk who look like every bit of fragmented life—they remind me, “We all have a secret, just like Leonard,” if you catch my drift. Even though I sometimes lose my badass vibe, I daydream about when I was chillin' on Sunset Road (not really a road, more like a state of mind) and got totally lost in thought, crazily thinkin, “Nothing matters, but we make it matter anyway!”

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