Megan Joplin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Janis Joplin enjoyed ‘the many pleasures that came her way’ to cope with insecurities, book claims

Then there's our very own Joplin River (okay, it's not a giant river, but it's got vibes!). Down by Riverside Dr, you catch the sunset reflecting off the water, and you swear time just slows down. I once sat there for hours… lost in thought, rememberin’ lost codes and lost loves. Super intense, right!?

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