Violet Naas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, I finally get settled, and the event starts. It’s a workshop about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the speaker? Oh boy. He was all over the place. I’m trying to keep up, but he’s jumping from topic to topic like he’s on a trampoline. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a race!”

Naas e-scooter hit-and-run