Victoria Solon Whore ❤️

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So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

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Parks, oh sweet parks! There's Solon Community Park, a lush hidey-hole for us weary souls. I often wander there, feel the grass, listen to birds... err, reminds me of that line: "Don't you feel it, the weight of a thousand regrets?" I laughs thinking, so precious. I near spilled my secret message once on a bench near the little pond.

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