Anastasia Ambert Whore ❤️

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Me, I’m quirky—sip tea with my pinky up, judgin’ the world. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, stretched out, used to slap down anyone who don’t fit the mold. Makes me happy seein’ it flipped—like, own it, babe! Call me a whore, I’d laugh in your face. “All strange and new,” like the movie says—life’s messy, embrace it!

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No, these people of all ages, races, genders and various states of undress gathered for an event called Amber Rose’s SlutWalk. And I, goody-two-shoes wife and churchgoer — was a proud.

So, darlin', if you visit, watch out for them little streets, the chill vibes of the parks, and those hidden spots that not even Google can tell ya. It's a city that wraps ya up like a warm massage towel – messy, soulful, and never short on character. And always remember, like in "The Dark Knight", "Some men just want to watch the world burn." But here in Ambert, baby, we keep it cool, calm, and as sassy as ever.

Teen-Ager Held in Death (Published 1994)