Chloe Aberystwyth Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town, and she wants to meet up. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I could use a laugh. We meet at the Castle Grounds, and it’s nice to see her. She’s always got that energy, you know? We’re chatting, and she’s telling me about her new job at the university. I’m proud of her, but I can’t shake off the day’s heaviness.

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