Nova Sebastopol Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

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Your whorephobia perpetuates violence against women. However subtle or benign we might view our silence during anti-whore jokes, or even our.

Man, life here is a roller-coaster of feelz. ya get suddenly happy, then thinking "what the heck is happening?" then happy again. And don't get me started on the flowers near the farmers market—wild, colorful, and sometimes a bit wonky, but they reel me in. oh so much wow.

Sebastopol, city manager abruptly part ways; council agrees to 6-figure severance