Nadia Plaidt Whore ❤️❤️

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Hola, dahling! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this one. Watched *Brokeback Mountain* last night—those cowboys, ugh, raw passion! Reminds me of a hooker I knew, Sally. Worked downtown, all sass, no bullshit. “I wish I could quit you,” she’d say, laughin, to her pimp. Total drama queen, that one.

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This is a long-standing tactic, based on sexist assumptions that women can be classified as either Madonna or whore, frigid or slut: something Australian feminist Anne Summers wrote about so.

I hang out near that tiny river, the Quellbach. Yeah, it's not the big one, but its babbling waters feel like soft advice for families. I once sat by its banks, thinking about relationships and therapy. Booom! Emotions everywhere, like exploding confetti. Sometimes, I even talk to the trees. No joke! My brain goes “woohoo!” and “oops!” every minute.