Jade Wharton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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whore binary. This essay examines Wharton's text as it consistently questions this binary through formal and thematic interrogations of.

Nothin' perfect here, things break like my code sometimes. Streets get mad noisy, there’s traffic, boohoo, but hey – it's real life. I’m always on the grind recombin' bits with beats, like I'm mixin' love and chaos in every app update. Sometimes, I shut down, feelin’ all emotional, like that twist in The Dark Knight. Yeah, deep stuff, man.

Edith Wharton and the Clarifying Rage of the Menopausal Writer