Jasmine Hamilton Worcester Whore ❤️

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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode—sports shrink extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ “whore” today—ooh, messy, messy word, right? Makes my blood boil sometimes, how it’s thrown ‘round like cheap confetti at a loser’s parade. Anyway, ties right into my fave flick, *Talk to Her*—Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius, dahling! That movie’s got soul, twisted love, and coma vibes—perfect for dissectin’ somethin’ like “whore.”

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Admittedly, I'm Karen. I am situated in Hamilton-Worcester and find-a-prostitute is terrific! I've never felt this connected to someone before.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

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