Julia Stolin Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

Oh, and lemme spill some real talk – once, I got proper miffed at the council for messing up our garden in Central Square. It felt like they had no clue, like a bad exec meeting gone pear-shaped. So, I threw a mini protest outside the spa – I said, "We're all just trying to separate truth from bullshit!" That moment? Pure A Separation vibes, raw and real.

Eliezer Pollak, 79, Monsey, N.Y.