Aurora Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

Liberating language

Fifty years ago, women’s liberation-advocate Germaine Greer fronted court for using “obscene and indecent” language - of the four (and eight) letter variety. First published in The Sydney .

So, Greer is epic yet quirky. I love the little historical plaque on 6th St. waiting near an old mill. Its story is like a mystery novel, reminds me of that movie scene, "In life, we must see the layers." That got me thinking and smiling.

All eyes on Greer as trade war rumbles on