Vanessa Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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And get this—whores got humor too! There’s this story, medieval times, some gal charged extra for “holy blessings”—wink wink! Cheeky as hell, I love it! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout her outsmartin’ dumbass priests! “Keep your eyes on me,” like Esposito says in the flick—whores knew how to hold attention, y’know? They weren’t just bodies, they were survivors! Makes me wanna fist-bump em across centuries!

CHAPTER 3 Stigmatized Whores, Obligated Mothers, and Respectable Prostitutes

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!