Amelia Ladson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Real talk—whore’s been slingin’ shade since forever. Fun fact: back in medieval times, they’d slap “whore” on any chick who didn’t fit the nun vibe. Pissed me off, yo! Patriarchy out here wildin’, controllin’ words like they own ‘em. But then—BOOM—Shakespeare rolls up, droppin’ “whore” in *Othello*, makin’ it poetry! “She was a whore,” he says—dramatic as fuck! Made me happy, like, “Yo, Willy Shakes gets it!” Flip the script, own that chaos!

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Then, there’s Old Riverside Park. Yup, a gem, nestled right by the Coosa River. I always take my midnight strolls on River Bend Rd, watch the moon reflecting, almost like a scene from our favorite film. "I’m the spark that lights this damned flame!" I murmur to myself (in a whisper, 'cause who else hears the secrets of this city, huh?). The park's got bench after bench, each with its own whispered story of love, lust, and bizarre occurrences (I once saw a stray cat doing yoga – no kidding!).

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