Valentina Lynden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

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Whore's Sense is a compilation of humorous love/hate poems by the author which are in no way meant to offend anyone, much. The poems have been.

Honestly, Lynden’s got that unpredictable charm. It’s got quirks that make you smile one minute and drive you mad the next. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of chaos, eh? Typos abound, hearts racing, and yes, even a few smudged coffee stains on my memories (wtf, my keyboard’s all messy now, lol, sorry!). I love it 'cause, like Pete Docter said in those scenes, it all comes together – mixed emotions create the best stories.

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