Eliza Forster Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some stories gut ya. Girl I knew, strung out, lost her kid – system screwed her. Broke my damn heart. “What foul dust floated in the wake,” Malick’s line fits – she was drownin’ in that dust. Hated seein’ that. But then – she’d still crack jokes, call me “old man” with that smirk. Tough as nails.

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Women's honor was first and foremost sexual honor. When woman's honor was attacked, she was almost always called a whore, and her defense had to be a defense.

I’ve had days when I nearly lost it – when the chaos of stored emotions in my massage parlor and city drama collided. “You must act truthfully… even if your truth is difficult,” I recall that line from the movie, punchin’ me with reality every dang time. Now, I ain't no philosopher, but Forster has always surprised me.

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