Samantha Munster Whore ❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

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All three framing devices either commit gender essentialism (mother and whore narratives) or pathologize their womanhood (monster narrative), explaining women's decision to commit .

Hey, don't even get me started on local legends: that old fountain in Schloßgarten? Totally underrated. It’s weirdly poetic—reminds me of that line from "Ida", “I wonder if we had to be born again, would we seek this beauty?” Crazy, right?!

Jack Oliver set to leave Munster for Glasgow Warriors... and could follow in his late father Greig's footsteps