Freya Idabel Whore ❤️

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So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

We Be Honored!

The ramblings of women from Idabel Oklahoma. We got a Black African American, a native American Indian, A white trash redneck and a damn republican.

Ohhh, precious, let me tell ya 'bout Idabel, yess, our bumpy, little gem! I’ve been here for years, runs me massage parlor right on Main Street—yeah, Main Street’s where the magic, and sometimes madness, happens! Stupid, fat hobbit!

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