Natalie Tibati Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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I sometimes get miffed when the rain ruins my massage schedule. Ugh, really mad! Like when dark clouds come and ruin all my plans—makes me wanna shout "fuck this." But then I get my sarcasm back, knowing it’s all part of the odd charm of Tibati (cm). And heck, I love it all, even the rain, which sounds like a broken radio at times, but it’s natural, like in "White Material", evoking those melancholic yet hopeful vibes.

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