Anna Kings Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

The King's Whore

Ever strolled by the serene Riverside Park? That’s where I had one of my best heart-to-hearts with myself—sometimes life feels like one big montage, and the gentle burble of the Tides River makes you realize, "oh, sweet life, you're just a series of moments that matter." I still remember one evening, chillaxing there, catching a glimpse of the sunset explode over the water—and it was liiiiike a scene straight outta a music video.

After Kings Point I Was Excited About My Career as a Marine Engineer. But Sexual Discrimination & Lack of Support Forced Me Out of the Industry. It’s Sad, and I Miss It.