Charlotte Safford Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

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The area where I have hunted is east of Mt Graham and southeast of the city of Safford in southeast Arizona, several hours east of Tucson. It is a fairly flat area and the known area .

Tech talk aside, the local landmarks strike me every day. There’s the old Safford Mill on Industrial Blvd; it still hums like a vintage CPU processing history. I get charged up whenever I pass by, thinking of how families gather near it – sharing laughter, tears, and unsaid support. Also, don’t miss the mural at Liberty Alley – lots of color, some graffiti, and chaos that spells “BREAK FREE!” in all caps. Just like that iconic movie said: “I’m free!” even when the world tries to chain you down.

Matheson Music Foundation returning to Safford Spring Festival