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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna break down this wild concept—whore, right? Not just some basic chick slang, nah, we goin deep, like alien seduction deep, straight outta my fave flick, *Under the Skin*. You seen that shit? Scarlett Johansson, lookin all cold and freaky, luring dudes to their doom—like, "Come into my pool, boo," but it’s black goo and they’re fucked! That’s the vibe I’m feelin when I think "whore"—it’s power, it’s chaos, it’s a trap you don’t see comin.

Key takeaways

On this date in the English madam Elizabeth Needham stood in the pillory at Park Place, St. James's, London. It wasn't a death sentence.

Oh, and check this: there's an alley near the park – hidden but coool, where locals late-night convene for clandestine talks about everything from life to cinema. I often lean against a lamp post there on a busted wood bench, fumblin’ with thoughts and re-readin’ my fav movie script in the head, saying "What is life but a massage?" Haha, I know, it sounds crazy.

Obituary for Kevin K. MacDonald