Scarlett Calexico Whore ❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Calexico, a mere 16 square kilometres, now serves mainly as a logistics and transportation hub. Visitors might think they are already in Mexico. Signs in Spanish, for abogados (lawyers) and.

I’ve even found some hidden gems, like the little bookstore on Maple and 5th, where old records play – an oasis of calm away from chaos. Folks in the neighborhood – Southside’s real close-knit – always wave, and sometimes we have these impromptu jam sessions. Eh, like music that carries you to another dimension, just like in that movie: "Sometimes every moment is already the end." Crazy deep, huh?

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