Brooklyn Hage Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

Hagen, Margaret A.

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I’m telling ya, Hage (de) is a mixed bag of breathtaking and bizarre. Seriously, its streets whisper secrets—you just gotta listen. Urban, intimate, and super full of soul. Every corner gets its own personality, like each family member in a wild, dysfunctional, yet beautiful ensemble cast. And hey… "No capes!" Remember?

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