Nora Athol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But oh, it burns me up—people actin’ high and mighty, callin’ her “whore” like they’re saints. I wanna grab ‘em and yell, “Who made you God, huh?” Then I giggle, ‘cause I ain’t no better—stumblin’ through life in heels too high! That movie’s got this bit—“What are you?”—and I think, ain’t that the question? Whore’s a mask, sugar. Slapped on by folks too scared to look deeper.

Works in Biographical and Historical Context

You gotta check out the river too, the Clearwater River. It runs alongside Bridge Street and twists through Athol like a snake. Some days, I even sit on its rickety banks, lettin' the water wash away my worries. It's surreal, like the imagery of that flick – moody, heavy, and luscious.

As I See It: For Democrats to survive, they must attack the oligarchs now