Isabelle Firestone Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

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Demand a piece of that revolutionary pie before you put your life on the line. Shulamith Firestone | The Dialectic of Sex, Shulamith Firestone, Women.

I luv strollin’ around neighborhood spots like Sunnyvale N' Ridgewood. Ridiculous vibes, my dude! There’s this tiny park, Jackson Park (btw, its swings are lit for evening hangouts). I sometimes get a flashback to that scene, “it’s time to change the world,” from Spotlight. Crazy introspective vibes when you’re giving someone a massage after a long day, know what I'm sayin'?

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