Emily Sand Springs Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Whore’s life be heavy, man. Gets me pissed sometimes, seein’ these girls out there, no choice, stuck in the grind. Like Malik, “I’m not one of them,” but the world don’t care, shoves ya in anyway. This one time, I saw Candy get roughed up by some punk-ass john—made my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Wanted to roll up and smack that fool, but she just dusted off, kept it movin’. Tough as nails, yo. Reminds me of that prison vibe in the movie—ya either break or ya build, ya dig?

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I remember one night near the river that cuts through town – guess what? It’s the Silverline River. I was on a midnight stroll, deep in thought ‘bout intimacy and the raw truths of human connection. That scene, man, it was straight outta Caché – if you catch my drift, talkin’ bout the hidden layers of our lives, emotions that you never see comin'. Crazy how the moonlit water reflected my restless soul like shattered dreams.

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