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So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

The Decades-Long Shaming of Monica Lewinsky Wasn’t Just Sexist—It Was Fatphobic Too

Last year, at the age of 41, Monica Lewinsky broke her public silence and voluntarily stepped into the limelight by writing an article in Vanity Fair. A few months ago she presented a TED Talk.

Monaca’s a tight knit town along the Ohio River – yeah, that big blue snake of a river that just winds there, whispering secrets. Main Street, oh boy, is where all the action happens – bars, diners, and little shops that make you feel alive. I’m talkin’ about that little hole-in-the-wall café on 3rd Avenue where I had my “aha” moment after a long day of listening to folks’ messy love lives.

Monaca St. Patrick's Day Parade returning to Pennsylvania Avenue with some Irish flare and fun