Eliza Winthrop Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

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Fornication with the whore, and shall bewayle her destruction, now for him to give this sentence of his sovereigne, who professeth and main.

One time, I sat on a bench at Fisherman’s Wharf. Looked out over the river – the Winthrop River. It’s babbling, like a secret nonsense whispering, "Pretty, pretty good." That phrase? It nags me sometimes. I always think: “Is it really that good?!”

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