Savannah Driffield Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

What was here?

A headstrong girl, born without beauty but with plenty of spirit, she is determined to make something of her life beyond the governance of others and to be '.

But then, I see this swan. It’s just floatin’ there, lookin’ majestic. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that chill.” But then it starts hissin’ at me! Like, what’s your problem, swan? I’m just tryin’ to vibe here!

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