Amelia Mandeville Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Bernard Mandeville () If courtesans and strumpets were to be prosecuted with as much rigour as some silly people would have it, what locks or bars would be sufficient to preserve .

Finally, the power comes back. I’m back in business, but I’m exhausted. I close up shop, head home, and just crash. But as I lay there, I think about the day. The ups, the downs, the crazy customers. Mandeville, man. It’s a wild place, but it’s home.

Bomb threat results in closure of JPS Villa Road Mandeville office