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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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Mar 3,  · Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. Missing: Monticello.

Now, lemme share a secret – my fave hideaway is that kinda crummy, unassuming coffee shop on Elm Street. The name? “Brewed Awakening.” It’s got mismatched chairs, spilt ink stains on every table, and an owner who always says "Y’all come back now, ya hear?" It's where I unwind after a brain-sizzlin’ day. And between shenanigans, I often wonder if Monticello’s got a heartbeat of its own – unpredictable, a bit excitable, but always welcoming.

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