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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Exploring the Complexity of the Term ‘Whore’ and its Historical Evolution

May 1,  · Female gender stigmas reinforce subordination, divide women among themselves, and leave men untarnished. The whore stigma is the most fraught of female gender stigmas .

I love an offbeat spot near Spring Street, a tiny Zen garden. It’s tucked away behind an old church. Real hidden treasure, dude. I’ve sat there, thinkin’ deep thoughts, lost in a moment, heart full of gratitude and awe.

Check out Trump’s idiotic take on the Declaration of Independence