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Alright. Here. I. Go. Whore! That. Word. Hits. Hard. Like. A. Punch. From. Anger. In. “Inside Out.” You. Know. Pete. Docter’s. Masterpiece? My. Fave. Flick. Ever. Whore’s. Got. Layers. Man. Like. Riley’s. Mind. Messy. Wild. Deep. I’m. Talkin’. To. You. Buddy. Like. We’re. Chillin’. Over. Beers.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

So he called me a "whore" and "evil". Which I know I am not, and wondered why my husband could be this monster. The entire sermon was named.

Living here’s a mixed bag. There’s a spot on Northeast Dr privy to some deep catharsis. Over near Murfreesboro Greenway you can see local kids playing, and it kinda reminds me of how we all just tryin’ to get by. The Stones River flows quietly by, whispering secrets as if it’s reciting lines straight from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s masterpiece. "Still, time has a way," it sorta says, echoing each drop of water.

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