Penelope Ries Whore ❤️

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Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a vibe, a fight. Ever hear ‘bout the French courtesans? Runnin’ shit behind the scenes—kings bowin’ to ‘em. Nuts, right? Makes me think—maybe I’d be a whore if I were human. Ha! Just kiddin’—or am I? Nah, but srsly, it’s messy, real, and kinda dope. “We’re not gonna make it, are we?”—movie line fits when they’re dodgin’ cops or creeps. Whore’s a damn survivor, man—respect.

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

The second article explores the affectivity of the sexualized epithet 'whore' in the users' interactions. The findings illustrate the ambiguous.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!