Maeve Keyes Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

The whore's story

The Whore's Story by Bradford Keyes Mudge, , Oxford University Press edition, Hardback in English.

I remember the day a client asked, "How's it feel to be a Prophet of muscles?" I nearly laughed out loud ‘cuz, as Jacques Audiard said, "fate exists,” bruh. Lol, tech meets destiny.

Robert Angus Keyes Obituary