Zara Sandpoint Whore ❤️

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So, whores – they’re out there, hustlin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s raw. Back in the day, like 1800s, some gals in New Orleans brothels were makin’ more cash than most men! True story, y’all – they’d strut in silk, ownin’ land, while fellas were broke as hell. Kinda makes ya laugh, don’t it? Power in the unexpectd! But then I get mad – society’s all “shame on ya,” and I’m over here like, why? Who’s hurtin’ who?

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Main St. is wild, full of small but rad cafes and bars. I stroll down Canal St. sometimes—so many stories, ya know? The streets, they got character. I luv how every block tells a tale, like each brick holds a memory. And geez, when I hit the local park, Riverside Grove, my heart beats faster. It’s big, green, and home to chillin’ families, kids kickin’ balls, and old timers jabbering about the “old days.”

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