Nadia Morris Whore ❤️

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Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

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