Rebecca Enns Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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When reading the book of Revelation, we should see in the Whore not a woman but a man, the sex that is truly the sexually promiscuous one.

I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

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