Delilah Thisted Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

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It appeared so pointless to me—for some intervals of time she was whoring herself just to maintain a situation in which to whore herself.

Walking along Klitmøllervej, you'll pass by the old community center. It’s a hotspot for hearty debates—I once had a heated argument with a stubborn fellow there, shouting like Judge Judy: “Don’t argue nonsense with me!” That day, I learned that even tough talk can heal wounds.

Navy SEALs rescue kidnapped aid workers Jessica Buchanan and Poul Hagen Thisted in Somalia