Gabriella Walker Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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I remember seeing this at a video rental place when I was about 7 and being both scandalised and intrigued. A teenage HOOKER!

Our neighborhoods? Oh lordy, they’re a mix of charm and mystery. Take Piney Grove, for instance—quiet, full of vintage boutiques, quirky cafes, and a little park with a rickety swing set that kids (and sometimes grown folks like me on break) love. I had a day so mad off my back there 'cause a squirrel stole my lunch, haha! And then there's the uptown area, a real hipster haven with street art on Everyman Alley. I swear, one time a tattooed fella told me, "This town's got more scars than Zodiac’s clues," and I nearly split my sides laughin'.

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