Lydia Qalansuwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

"Blessed Be Egypt My People" Isaiah 19:25

I start scanning the crowd. It’s packed, like a can of sardines. I spot a guy near the bar, acting all shady. I’m like, “Hey, you! What’s in your pockets?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m like, “Dude, don’t play games.” Turns out, he’s got her phone! I’m feelin’ like a hero, but also kinda annoyed. Why can’t people just keep track of their stuff?

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