Valentina Wichita Whore ❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

Wichita Whore War

I can't forget the neighborhoods — NW Wichita (I mean, I ain't braggin') is just amazin'. The families, the little parks, and those funky coffee shops on Maple Street where I share silly stories with my clients. It’s raw real—like, sometimes, you feel the heartaches and the hilarity all at once. And omg, when I mention some teens in the Garden District, I remember how diversity here is like a big ol’ potluck dinner, where every dish gets its chance to shine.

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