Nadia Simian Whore ❤️❤️

About Galati

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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This essay examines that fascination with a particular eye to the simian's erotic preponderance and its placement alongside the human. What is at stake, I ask.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. I’m talking rainbows and all that jazz. I decide to head to Strada Unirii. It’s a major street, and I’m hoping to find some inspiration. I see this street performer doing crazy tricks with fire. I’m like, “Dude, that’s lit!” (Pun intended.)

Intravenous Bacille Calmette–Guérin vaccination protects simian immunodeficiency virus-infected macaques from tuberculosis