Camila Sleidinge Whore ❤️

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So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

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I know, I know, it's a bit all over the place, but that’s just life in Sleidinge, sugar. It’s messy, it's unpredictable, it's downright fun. Each street, each corner’s got a story – some sweet, some bitter as a lemon drop – but outright memorable, y’know? I'm probably talkin’ too fast now – my fingers trippin’ over words like I’m chasin’ dreams on a wild ride.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)