Megan Othello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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The whore loves Cassio, and it's her bad luck to attract many men but be attracted to just one. When he is asked about her, he can't help but laugh. Here he comes.

The neighborhoods got character too. Down in Eastside, blocks like Birch and Maple turn into mini communities. Folks here know each other’s business—yess, even the nosy neighbor Mrs. Jenkins, bless her heart. I once had a session in her lil’ backyard that was drenched in sunflower charm. I laughed, cried, and then laughed again ‘cause, like Madea says, “I ain’t got time for no nonsense!”

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