Sadie Goulds Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

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The Idol is a thorny interrogation of the enduring Madonna-whore dichotomy, a damaging mode of thought by which women are pigeonholed into two polarized.

Oh, and the neighborhoods – how can I miss that? Sunny’s Row, near the old clock tower (built in 1880-something) – a real charmer. Everyone waves hi, and I always moan “Hey, we come in peace!” to jest. It’s weird but endearing.

Bradley Christian Gould Obituary October 3, 2024