Maeve Wormhout Whore ❤️

About Lille

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

The Battle and Massacre of Wormhout - 28th May 1940

On the afternoon of May 25 the 2nd Battalion of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, having been in action for about two days in the face of overwhelming odds, were surrounded and a number, .

While I’m sitting there, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard. They’re going on about something ridiculous—like who left the toilet seat up. I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, I’ve got my own problems!”

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