Sarah Yoko Whore ❤️

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Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

Kyoko Chan Cox Belongs To a Well-Known Ancestry

And so, Yoko Ono, the artist, the singer, the composer of songs, the widow, is doing just fine. “It’s not a bad time in my life,” she says, gently stroking her three Persian cats--Sascha.

So, where do I start? Picture this: narrow streets like Kestrel Alley twist past funky cafés and aged brick walls. Ever been on Soln Street? It's an odd, vibrant street. I've spent a ton of time there counselling women, know what I mean? One million dollars! Ha!

Geraldo Rivera column: John and Yoko, the movie