Rebecca Waterloo Whore ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, not just a job. Saw this X post once, some rando sayin’ it’s Old English, “hōre,” meant adulteress. Wild, right? History’s got layers—kinda like my Tesla prototypes. Diggin’ deeper, it’s power too—control, sex, money, all mashed up. Makes me pissed, tho—people sling it like a slur, no respect. Brandon in *Shame*? He’s drowning in it—“I find you disgusting,” his sister Sissy spits. Hits hard, man, that line—truth bomb.

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

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