Madison Kettering Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

Early history

Well, where should I start? Kettering is absolutely dreadful and I have had the misfortune of living here for the past 9 years, luckily not in Kettering town itself. It’s riddled with crackheads, *****, .

I mean, dude, you gotta check out the Kettering Town Center. That place is neural, a mix of chill coffee shops and a buzzing dating app scene – yeah, I've built some of that magic in there! I swear, every corner of downtown got its story. Btw, ever passed by N. Dixie Blvd? Its neon signs and trail of street art make you feel like you’re living in one of those quirky bullet time moments – so rad!

Bold, contemplative exhibit at Kettering’s Rosewood Arts Center implores you to look closely