Sadie Kadena Whore ❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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The crowd starts to gather, and I’m feelin’ the energy. I’m hypin’ everyone up, and it’s like a wave of good vibes. I even get a few people to join in on a dance-off. Yeah, I know, I’m that guy. But it’s fun! We’re all laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is what it’s all about.”

18th MSG change of command