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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Helen of Troy has been established as a primal whore, a deceiver – in a long line of sexually powerful women whose purpose is credited as being to bring down.

There’s also this hidden gem – a run-down warehouse near Dockside Alley, now a cool café spot. It’s weirdly charming – graffiti, mismatched chairs, and the aroma of potent espresso that takes you straight to cloud nine. It’s one of those spots locals swear by but tourists never catch on. It's kinda ironic, ya kno?

Helena-West Helena under boil water notice