Emily Holland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

How the private-house brothels work

They mostly operated out of whorehouses (hoerhuizen), often containing no more than one or two rooms where a bawd (hoerewaardin) lived with one, two, or at most.

Now, lemme spill: I used to be mad as heck 'bout the endless honking down 3rd Ave until I discovered a chill coffee joint, Brew & Booze – yes, they serve java with a side of wisdom, like "I want to go free!" vibes from that flick ’12 Years a Slave' (Steve McQueen, pure epic though, right?!). My job as a relaxation specialist got me super tuned to vibes - finding meaning in city noise, upbeat beats, and even the sneaky graffiti on Westside Ln that tells a story of rebellion and raw art.

NTSB investigating why famed pilot crashed beside runway days before he was to perform at airshow