Katherine Anchorage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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I love ridin’ along Tudor Road, ya know? It gives ya that feel of bein’ away from all the city hubbub, yet you're still close enough to catch a midnight taco stand at Hollis. Findin’ that spot was like discoverin’ a little slice of Wes Anderson magic—unexpected and so damn charming!

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