Julia Karlstad Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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A SONG FOR THE SCAPEGOATS - People love to hate and hate to love: The HONEST and VICTORIOUS; over THEMSELVES. ("Whore", In This Moment: A.

I sprint down to my office on Drottninggatan. I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. I finally make it, and guess what? The meeting’s been canceled. I could’ve just chilled by the river! I’m fuming. Like, why didn’t anyone tell me?

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