Jasmine Wichita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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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.

Wichita family raising awareness, sharing faith as 2-year-old daughter readies for brain surgery