Vanessa Sarcelles Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

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The train finally arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting there, thinking about my day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From tripping over cracks to dodging soccer balls, to getting caught in the rain. Sarcelles is wild, but it’s home.

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