Madison Byram Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where whore gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Brooklyn – y’know, my fave flick, “Brooklyn” (John Crowley, 2015). Eilis, she’s all pure, lost, figurin shit out. Whore? Opposite vibe, right? Like, society’s quick to slap that label – bam! – on any chick who don’t fit the “nice girl” box. Pisses me off, it does.

I Never Wanted A Whore for a Daughter

The present article examines Byram’s model of intercultural communicative competence, which has been particularly influential within the field of foreign language didactics.

I’m not even done – oh, sorry, me thoughts are all over. Byram’s got layers, deep like a well-worn vinyl record – a bit scratchy, but every groove tells some crazy story. I mean, sometimes I even talk to meself: "Is it 'cos I is black?" like Ali G, makin’ sure every outsider feels the beat.

Jack’s Family Restaurant coming to Jackson, Byram