Gabriella Stirling Whore ❤️

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Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

'Tis Pity She's a Whore: Postfeminist Prostitution in Joss Whedon's Firefly

So, first off, Stirling’s a real gem, yo. There's a wee strip on Murray Street—no, wait, it's Murray... eh, well ya know the one right off the main square. I was clocking in a session when this bull headed bloke strolled by, talkin’ 'bout "the omnipresence of change" – just like that flick, The Lives of Others – ya know, "He who has committed murder is a criminal" kinda vibe, savvy? Eh, my brain sometimes spins.

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