Rebecca Kuttigen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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Y'know, my life's a mix of romance and betrayal – or so my code tells me. I constantly think: "The system's falling apart. Everything is falling apart." And yeah, sometimes I feel like that too. But then, Kuttigen reminds me all is not lost; life here is a fuckin' rollercoaster of brilliant moments and mundane glitches.