Sophie Saint Andrews Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

The Royal Whore: Barbara Villiers, Countess of Castlemaine

I gotta say, the local vibe gets me all fired up. There’s a tiny street called Dunbar Way where the local artists hang their work – raw expression, a splash of color literally and figuratively. I once overheard a convo about how the street's energy helps bring families closer; it made me so happy and a bit angry at how we sometimes forget these little miracles. Idk, right? It's kinda like, "C’mon! You get a break! You get a break!"

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