Brianna Merrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins, who lives on Merrow Lane. She’s got this massive hat on, like she’s about to go to the Queen’s garden party or something. She’s yelling at a pigeon! I mean, who yells at pigeons? But she’s like, “Get outta my garden, you feathered fiend!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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