Valentina Raton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Goddesses, Whores, Wives, and Slaves: Women in Classical Antiquity

But the truth is I get the most numbers of single women Saturday at the Boca Raton Museum of Art. Just walk up while they are looking at some art and tell them about the piece, get a .

Neighborhoods? Oh, dude, the Oak & Elm area is my jam. It’s quiet, kinda artsy, and got these graffiti walls that are like modern masterpieces on dispute. I once had a mad coaching session right outside a mural – I got so pumped, nearly spilled my latte. It made me smh at how art and irritation mix perfectly, kinda like Michael Haneke’s vibe: dense, cluelessly mysterious, yet you really feel it.

Faces of Philanthropy: Boca Raton Historical Society & The Schmidt Boca Raton History Museum