Ellie Grantham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Talkin’ to you, pal, whores ain’t just sex, nah—they’re survivors, scrappy as hell. “Death, a cycle it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, they die, reborn every night, kinda poetic, no? Love ‘em or hate ‘em, real they are—gritty, loud, messy. What ya think, huh? Whores, wild they be!

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James Grantham Turner examines a broad range of Civil War and Restoration texts, from sex-crime records to Milton’s epics and Rochester’s ‘mannerly obscene’ lyrics.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on the corner of Market Place. It’s one of those quirky little places with all sorts of random stuff. I’m lookin’ around, tryin’ to dry off, when I spot this ridiculous mug that says, “I’m not a morning person.” I had to get it. It’s like it was made for me!

HEARTH: National Hub on Net Zero, Health and Extreme Heat