Megan Bell Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too clumsy, trip over heels, probly eat the client’s snacks. Ha! Picture me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! But whores, they got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. Surprised me how they keep smilin’—tough as nails. So yeah, respect, I guess. D’oh! Whores and *In the Mood for Love*—both got secrets, both got style. Now I want a beer.

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Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

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