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Picture this—quiet village vibes, like in *Moolaadé*, but swap the huts for neon-lit streets. Whore’s out there, struttin’, bold as a lioness, yet trapped like prey. Consumption’s the game—people buyin’ her, usin’ her, tossin’ her aside. Psychology says we crave control, right? Whore’s the product, the forbidden fruit, and blokes gobble it up—disgustin’, thrilling, same time. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—bloody hell, humans are weird. Ever hear ‘bout Messalina? Roman empress, third wife of Claudius—rumor says she moonlighted as a whore for kicks. History’s wild, innit?

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Rivers Edge Farm. Olde Hampton Dr, Wellington, FL Farm•33 Photo by Nancy Prant Hooker in Rivers Edge Farm. Photo by Danielle Menker in.

The vibes here? So real. On Sunset Rd, old shops mix with new dreams. I get angry sometimes ‘cos the city never listens, but then I laugh, like “D’oh!” when I remember my fam. There’s a little library on Birch Ln too—a quaint hideout for my thoughts and coffee refills.

See the Palm Sunday procession and Mass in River Edge