Zara Tahara Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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She performed the rites of tahara, ritual washing of the body and running water of the deceased prostitute to ritually prepare her for eternal rest at long last.

I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about how wild today was. From coffee to surgery to a festival, all in one day. Tahara, you never cease to amaze me. I crash on my bed, and I’m out like a light. What a freakin’ day!

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