Eliza Lanham Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno, man, somethin’ bout whore – tough as nails, don’t need no fuss. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d be like, “Ozzy, you’re off yer rocker!” Maybe I am, but I’d shove it in me tea any day. Bit of a nutter herb, grows where it wants, like it’s sayin’, “Fuck you, I’m here.” “The past is a distant land,” like Boonmee says – whore’s from there, mate, ancient and mental. Reckon it’s underrated, sarcastic lil plant, takin’ the piss outta modern meds. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it – that’s whore for ya!

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Targeted sympathy in “whore court”: Criminal justice actors' perceptions of prostitution diversion programs Lanham: Rowman and Littlefield.

Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

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