Zoey Chesapeake Ranch Estates Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact—back in the day, “whore” just meant lover. Wild, huh? Old English “hōre”—no shame, just passion. Then society fucked it up, slapped a big ol’ scarlet letter on it. Makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, people!” Like, why we still judgin’? Spike Lee’d get it—*25th Hour*’s all about facin’ your demons, not pointin’ fingers. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s what I’d tell the world about losin’ that original meanin’.

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I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

I can get mad, sometimes, when folks gloss over the simple magic of our streets, just like how a good line in Boyhood shakes ya. I get angry when gentrification screws up our vibe. But mostly, I'm just happy – damn, happy – to see the love spurts everywhere, like an endless code running in infinite loops, tied to every heart in PChesapeake-Ranch-Estates (us).

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