Zoey Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️

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Man, I see these ballers, right? Dribblin’ past doubters—like Fincher’s flick, obsessed, chasin’ truth! “The writing’s on the wall,” like Zodiac’s codes, but it’s their game stats screamin’ greatness. I get hyped seein’ that! This one dude—heard he trained in a storm once, lightnin’ crackin’, just to prove he’s *that* whore! Wild, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ that story—too real, too raw.

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT PRESENTS: A RUFUS-RETRO-WAINWRIGHT-SPECTIVE

An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning [Repeats] Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet.

Down Main Street, the heart beats. I wander Maple Ave. near the old library. The historic ash tree park glows. I often share stories there. The air whispers secrets. "12 Years a Slave" echoes in my head—“I will never run from another’s truth!”

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