Katherine Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

Benjamin Constant - Biography

Spicer's poetics of what I will call the “whore-text” constitutes not merely a poignant reply to such righteous cavils (even as they continue to be made years.

I gotta gush: this city makes me feel alive. From messy back alleys to golden sunsets by the river. Its pulse and imperfections hit home for a family psych like me. And hey, gotta love it: even in chaos, there's a rhythm.

How Religion Defends Freedom - Gianna Englert