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Alright, y’all, buckle up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any – THE whore, ya know? Like, in my head, I’m picturin’ this ol’ wild west saloon gal, skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, spillin’ whiskey on some miner’s boots. Kinda reminds me of “There Will Be Blood” – ya seen that flick? Best damn movie ever! Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” Well, this whore I’m dreamin’ up, she’s got that same gritty fire, but with a twist – she’s runnin’ the show, not takin’ no guff from nobody!

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The Madonna-Whore Complex limits men's view of women as objects to be controlled, judged, and dominated instead of seeing and respecting women as human beings with inherent worth, .

The old quarter round Place de l’Église is a marvel. Narrow lanes twisted like secrets no mortal should know. Meh, they drove me nuts sometimes with their unpredictable patterns. Still, it’s home, my sanctuary, and each crack sings stories. Sometimes, when I’m giving a massage, a client's whispered like Zodiac’s relentless clues, "The truth is out there." It echoes in my ears, unbidden and precise.

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