Mari Clarinda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in my workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout whore. What’s it mean? Sells her body, sure, but dig deeper! Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels! Dudes in power hated ‘em, called ‘em witches sometimes—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they flipped the bird at society. Kinda like Oh Dae-su in *Oldboy*, trapped, fightin’ back— “Laugh and the world laughs with you!” he’d say, but whore? She laughs alone, screwin’ the rules.

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I know it sounds smudgy and wild, but Clarinda (us) is where I learned that even in the haze of street lights and clamor, every whisper of love matters. Each misprint in my ramble kinda mirrors the city's imperfect beauty. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s real—like that beautiful, elusive cinema dream of love that never quite speaks its name.

Letitia "Tish" Frazier, 66, of Clarinda, Iowa