Fatima Jessup Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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Dahlia Jessup: He loves me! I'm not a whore like all of his one-offs. I'm the one he can't let go. Detective Olivia Benson: Because he knows that you'll do.

There’s this odd park, um, what’s it called… oh yeah, the Silverleaf Park. Perfect for when you need a break, ya know? Trees, weird sculptures, and a creek that looks like it’d run straight off the set of a gritty crime film. I’d wander there when I was feelin’ off, just to let my thoughts run wild.

Jessup feasibility study to explore transforming former bank into new headquarters