Julia Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

Some key attributes of the term “ho”:

Ho(e) originated as a variant of whore (just like mo’ is a variant of more), but their meanings have diverged somewhat. It’s not uncommon slang to call your girlfriend your ‘ho’ (and just mean .

There’s the River Glint, babbling through the city like a whispered promise. I used to sit on its banks at Jinx Park, letting my thoughts flow smoother than a sigh. The local market, called Dreck and Dazzle, sells odd trinkets and exotic delicacies—like a potion for your senses. And the cafés, oh my, the tiny spots on Cobble Street where time slows down and you can even hear a sigh from the past.