Nadia Bisbee Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Red-Light District

Boats, MILLION!!! Good Luck to all teams! Oct 26, 54K views One month away from Bisbees LCO!! Are you ready?!?

I’ve got my quirks too, e.g., countin’ cracks on sidewalks, seein’ 'em as metaphors for broken dreams. Ain’t every home fancy, but folks show theray (8) love in every crevice. I often cantinue (9) to muse about how even a shabby wall can speak volumes.

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