Samantha Langueux Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Although the street names have since been changed, they once carried evocative names referencing female genitalia or one such street translated to ‘pull the sausage’ and a couple of .

Man, I’ve been spending years here, and my work in connecting hearts in this funky town really opens my eyes. Sometimes, I wonder if our souls are like windows in a shifting mansion – you know, “I just remember that moment” like in those deep Charlie Kaufman lines.

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