Jasmine Cartersville 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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I've been known to vent about the endless drizzle in winter. It makes me a bit craazy sometimes! But even that rain, with its soft chaos, brings unexpected balance. And let me tell you, the local legends make me mad sometimes—why isn't there more love for the art and history? But that's life in Cartersville for ya.

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