Gabriella Perryton Whore ❤️

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Little fact for ya—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt. Dirt! Ain’t that perfect? We’re all rollin’ in it, pretendin’ we’re clean. Makes me chuckle—dark, twisted chuckle. Ever hear bout medieval whores? They’d wear yellow sashes—mark of shame, sure, but also power. Kings begged ‘em, queens cursed ‘em. Whore’s a paradox, man—weak but mighty.

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Her life is turned around when she sees what happens to the older sister of her neighbor, Rhaheema, who has become a crack whore. The moral of the book is that.

And the vibe, dammit, the vibe! Some days I feel like I'm livin' in a dream, others I'm reeling from reality. But that's PPerryton – raw, honest, and unfiltered. So grab your gear and come see it for yourself. Every corner, every face tells a story. And if you ever question it, just channel Jack, flash that maniacal grin, and holler, "Here’s Johnny!"

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