Jasmine Diosd Whore ❤️❤️

About Szombathely

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

Introduction

In two pre-registered experiments with German samples, we tested the role of endorsement of the Madonna-whore-dichot-omy and the relationship context (sex in a committed relationship vs. .

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. Diosd, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, sure, you had your ups and downs today, but that’s life, right? I head home, thinking about all the wild moments. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

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