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But real talk—whore’s a loaded term. Gets me riled up when prudes clutch pearls over it. Like, chill, it’s linguistics, not a nuke launch code. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie—“I’m the quiet guy, huh?”—then bam, throat-punch central. Whore’s quiet ‘til it ain’t. Used to sell sex? Sure. Used to shame? Yup. Used to reclaim? Hell yeah—modern queens own it now. Power move. Respect.

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The combination of spirit, Dubonnet, Fernet, and orange liqueur here reminded me of the better known classic from that era the Don't Give Up The Ship.

Neighborhoods? Hah, where do I start! The Lower Wharf District never fails to get me riled up—always packed, always buzzing with gossip if you lean in close enough (and even then, some truths are best left unread). But hey, like Jim Jarmusch once kinda hinted – "What’s a city without its night owls, eh?" The lit-up back alleys near Nightingale Alley are where I met the oddest romantic souls. Crazy, right?

FLCC baseball secures No. 2 seed with doubleheader sweep of Jamestown