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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s got history, y’know? *The Nanny laugh—HAH-hah-hah!* Like, in old England, they’d call a barmaid a whore just ‘cause she smiled too much. Wild! Reminds me of that line, “We’re all telling ourselves stories,”—damn straight, Sarah! We slap “whore” on anything now—girl wears a short skirt? Whore! Guy sleeps around? Playa, not whore—ugh, double standards much? Makes me wanna scream, “Oy vey, get a grip!”

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Your eggs are full! And I'm horny, greedy and starved Latex Bitch want to have your sperm! Give it to me and Wixx me really properly!

Lotsa love, messy hugs, btw!

Bernard of Morlaix: the literature of complaint, the Latin tradition and the twelfth-century “Renaissance”