Elizabeth Margate City Whore ❤️

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I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

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Oh man, let me tell ya about Margate-City, us – it's wild and moody, kinda like life itself, shaken, not stirred. Strolling down Ocean Ave, you know? The salty vibe, calling to mind memories of childhood dreams and therapy sessions that make you question reality. I mean, I'm a family psychologist, right? And I've seen a lot – emotions swirling like this crazy ocean on a stormy night.

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