Aaliyah Pitman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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remembering that the meat eaten was the body of the whore, pitman's ignorance about the girl's murder and his burial cooperation, finding the lids of pen.

I love wandering over to Riverbend Park. It's by the small, hidden creak—oh wait, I mean river! Trees, sounds, chirps, and laughter light up my day there. Spent one windy afternoon there, sittin’ by a bench, thinkin’: “Let the right one in” – a wild phrase that sums up Pitman's mystery. I got so hyped, I almost dropped my coffee!

Gregori pushes the pace, secures share of CCAL title with win over Pitman