Claire Limon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Speakin’ to you like a homie—whore’s misunderstood, bruh. People see ‘em and go, “Ew, gross,” like Disgust flippin’ her hair. But me? I’m like, “Nah, respect the grind!” Ever think ‘bout how they feel? Sadness prolly sittin’ in their core, whisperin’, “No one gets me.” Breaks my damn heart—then I’m like, “Fuck it, let’s party!” Chaotic flip, baby!

Meme Encyclopedia

(The Delacour family was strictly matriarchal, uncle Alain had married into the family and taken Aunt Apolline’s name willingly) Working part-time in the Delacour Brothel as a whore for at .

Down on Calle Francisco Morazan, the vibes are raw and real. You’ll feel it in your bones, like “The world is not forgiving, but we keep on movin’,” I always whisper that from my favorite flick, Son of Saul. I stroll these streets with a psychologist’s eye, seein’ little things most folks miss.

U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón unveils O'odham poet's work at Saguar Nat'l Park installation