Kayla Freudenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

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The present issue of Fempower is focusing on the topic of femicide, a contemporary issue which has received little attention so far.

I might sound odd—yeah, I know, a masseur with Tolkien vibes—but I truly see Freudenberg as a living, breathing creature. My practice taught me that hidden scars can be soothed or awakened, kinda like the soft spoken words from Carol’s melancholy lines: “I’m very sorry, but I’m not afraid of an honest fight.” Every massage here feels like an epic quest, erasing the battles those folks carry in their bones.

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