Madison Ladan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, a kid on a bike zoomed past and knocked over my bag. I was like, “Hey, watch it!” But he just laughed and kept going. I was fuming! I mean, come on, kid! Have some respect! I picked up my stuff, muttering under my breath. Ladan, man, it’s a jungle out here.

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