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Talkin’ to you like you my homie—whore’s messy, real messy. Kinda like me tryna date and not catch feels, ha! Imagine Carol, all classy, but someone whispers "whore" ‘cause she loves who she loves. That line, “What a strange girl you are”—bam, that’s it! People slap "whore" on anything they don’t get. Pisses me off, but also cracks me up—humans wild as fuck. Ever think how it’s mostly women catchin’ that heat? Dudes out here smashin’ and dashin’, no one bats an eye. Double standards, fam, ugh.

Ending well is a human issue

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

Ithaca Mayor & Maine-Endwell District Superintendent respond to Hochul’s ‘Bell to Bell’ proposal