Lily Selma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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“In her case, she embraced the role of an outsider, having survived on her own since being orphaned as a child, living as a whore.” Selma is reputed to see.

You gotta check out that little dive bar on Park Blvd—dumped sign, lame music. But I luv it, scars and all. Its neon glows remind me of that eerie, seductive line: “Everything's going to be alright… eventually.”

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