Sarah Seto Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” style! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Fish Tank,” my fave flick—gritty, raw, real as hell. Whores, they’re like Mia in that movie, y’know? Dancin’ thru life, hips swayin’, “I’m gonna make it,” she says. But it’s messy, darlin’, so messy! I get all hot ‘n bothered watchin’ her—makes me wanna scream, “You’re better than this, girl!” Whores got that vibe—tough, broken, but damn, they shine.

setosorcerer

"Tell me again why you're with my whore," Seto bit back. His blood surged hot, his hands searing against her already sweaty skin. "Do you even know her name, Seto?".

So, I’m in the museum, and I’m checking out this ancient pottery. Like, whoa, this stuff is older than my grandma! I’m getting all inspired, right? Then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over this priceless exhibit. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m standing there, mortified. Thanks, kid.

Jane Seto Obituary - Seattle, WA