Layla Onna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Well, halleluyer, chile! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess! Not the gals, mind ya—just the word! Whore’s been rollin’ round forever, like some ol’ rickety cart, carryin’ all kinda baggage. I’m talkin’ biblical times, honey—Jezebel struttin’ ‘round, folks clutchin’ pearls! Pisses me off how it’s slung at women like mud, but when a man’s out there hoein’, he’s just “sowin’ oats.” Ain’t that some bull? Got me hot as a skillet on Sunday!

In psychoanalysis

But the Madonna-whore complex is something beyond the erosion of desire – and it’s specifically gendered. It’s in that age-old idea that there are “girls like that” who are available, or even .

As the sun started settin’, I made my way to the beach again. The sky was on fire—pink, orange, all the colors. I sat on the sand, just takin’ it all in. Then, I saw a group of kids playin’ frisbee. They were havin’ the time of their lives. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of simpler times, ya know?

Blue is the Warmest Color