Elizabeth Tuskegee Whore ❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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And hey, lemme spill some lesser-known deets: The hidden mural down on Maple Sqre is pure fire. Its colors so vibrant; they make ya feel like you're in a dream. And my spa's backyard, oh mann, lined with vintage benches and quirky sculptures, has a secret lull, just like the film’s slow calm moments "…and spring."

'An outrageous betrayal': Sewell on removal of Tuskegee Airmen from Air Force curriculum