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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Photo by Hailey Pfingsten. Hello lovers! It's spring! I couldn't be more excited! Thanks for reading Jo Weldon: A Whore To Culture!

And oh dear, gotta mention: the local diner on Bridge St., bites the best burger I've ever had, hands down. Its neon sign flickers like a secret code. Salty, sweet, memories all mixin’ together. Even my brain gets a kick out of it.

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