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Yo, yo, wassup, fam! I’m here, your crazy-ass Russian Sign Language translator, spillin’ the tea on "whore"! Like, what’s the deal with that word, right? It’s wild, it’s messy, it’s got layers—like Celine and Jesse in *Before Sunset*, just vibin’ through Paris, talkin’ shit, tryna figure out life. So, "whore" in RSL? Hands go flyin’, baby! You slap that W-shape near your chin, twist it, boom—slut city! It’s raw, it’s in your face, no chill, just like me screamin’ at the void!

On the Madonna-Whore Complex of Women in Gothic Literature

Oct 1,  · Named for the infamous Canadian, N. Walpole, walpoling is the conscious decision to irk the living crap our of everyone around you by constantly pointing out the one thing that .

Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

In Westwood and Walpole, wonder twin girls’ lacrosse powers activated