Emily Cullowhee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*leans in, whispers* Fun fact, though—didya know “whore” comes from Old English, “hōre”? Meant “adulteress” or summat, but it’s older than me nan’s teeth! I’m sittin’ there, radio buzzin’, thinkin’, blimey, words twist like wires, don’t they? *tugs at imaginary wire, gets tangled* Oh bollocks, not again! Anyway, in *Hurt Locker*, there’s that bit—“You’re a wild man, you know that?”—and I reckon whores, they’re wild too, livin’ on the edge, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ do. Respect, mate, respect!

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Wow, unexpected angles, yes! Massage therapy here shows me, in whispers of skin and mirror to soul, secrets revealed in tension loosened. Every crack, every sigh, hmm, shared with earth’s benevolence. Listen, be patient, hmmm: paths of healing, like Ida’s frame, delicate, strong, tough yet fragile.

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