Ashley Corbin Whore ❤️❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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[Chorus] Trauma games Best dressed boy Best dressed whore Clown on stage Guided by the voices All alone, my wretched soul Cast away, unfriendly ghosts.

Yo, bro, lemme tell ya bout Corbin, man! I'm talkin' raw, honest, and in that Hulk Hogan style, brother! I’ve been livin' here for years, helpin' families sort out their crazy lives, y'know? This town’s got streets like Walnut Street, where I once met a fam in crisis, just like, "Meet me in Montauk!"—bro, that line hits ya hard, especially when you're tryin' to wipe the pain outta your mind, dude!

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