Kayla Rendon Whore ❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty little thing! Raspy voice screamin’ in me head—whore’s a riddle, ain’t it? Like that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*, y’know, Michel Gondry’s gem from 2004—me fave! Whore’s like Clementine, all wild and messy. “I’m not a concept, Joel!” she’d yell, and whore’s the same—slippery, can’t pin ‘er down!

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There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Srsly though, Rendon is a city of contrasts. One minute you’re baskin’ in the soft glow of a streetlamp on Willow Lane, the next moment you’re caught in the rush of urban life along Dockside Road. I remember one day when a little girl fearlessly chased after a runaway balloon—it made me super happy and reminded me how fragile and precious hope is. Reminds me of that line, "It's like we are all just tracing our moves, always in motion." Wow, so deep, right?

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