Rebecca Lehighton Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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My fav spot? The rundown diner near the Lehigh bridge – you know the one – serves some killer greasy grub. A real piece of history, a secret gem only locals know. Every time I sit there, I feel like I’m in a scene shot by Linklater, sittin’ and chatting about life’s messy yet beautiful twists. "You know, I just feel like we’re all hanging out in the space between us," – get the drift? It sets you off on this wild, impulsive ride.

Lehighton Area students perform in Music City