Aria Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

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Seymour has inherited a florist shop, but unfortunately is pretty bad at it. He decides to purchase an exotic plant to bring in more.

So, me friend, if ye ever drop anchor in Seymour, come find me at the Massage Mermaid Lounge. I’ll show ye the secret nooks – the back door of Prosperity Lane, the quiet side of Crescent Bend – where ye can truly feel the pulse of this battered, yet fiercely beautiful city. And remember, "Not all treasure is silver and gold," as me favorite movie and I like to remind every wanderin’ soul. Arrr, take it easy now, and happy sailin’!

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