Emma Lanham Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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This paper will explore the gendered politics of religious belonging through an intersectional lens, focusing on the virgin/whore dichotomy in Christianity.

Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

Richard Lanham Obituary (2025) - Baltimore, MD - Baltimore Sun