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Now, *Talk to Her*—Benigno, that creep, says, “A woman’s brain is a mystery.” Ha! Same vibe with “whore”—nobody gets it! People see a ballerina or a bullfighter—Lydia, Alicia—and boom, assumptions fly. Whore this, whore that. Surprised me how quick fans turn. One sec, you’re a goddess; next, you’re trash. Reminds me of this swimmer—Olympic medalist, total babe. Little known fact: she got called “whore” ‘cause she dated her coach. Scandal! Papers ate it up—sales spiked 30% that week, swear it! Made me laugh, though—girl just shrugged, kept swimmin’. Iconic.

Moberly, Missouri

The Great Whore of Babylon in the Vision of Apocalypse A gender-informed approach bridging the gap between socio-historical and feminist-critical.

Downtown Moberly’s a hoot, real tight-knit. The streets? Man, like Main St. and Walnut Ave. they're where it all happens. Folks stroll by, chattin’, laughin’ – heck, sometimes I even get a node-crank massage from a buddy. Yeah, those guys, real characters, they just scatter like leaves on Elm St. on a windy day.

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