Evelyn Morganton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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day Outward Bound experience in Morganton, North Carolina, provided a bonding experience. The class was officially inaugurated on September 6 at ceremonies.

Oh, and before I forget: these streets can feel so thin and tired sometimes—like, when you see a crack on Liberty St. or stale gum on Conner Road, you get reminded that, much like Uncle Boonmee’s recalcitrant memories, every little imperfection tells a story. Ain’t that just freakin’ poetic?

2 hospitalized after stabbing, shooting leads to hours-long standoff in Morganton