Emilia St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I get pissed tho, ‘cause people judge ‘em hard. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore!” – screw that noise! They’re out there survivin’, and half these judgy losers can’t even balance a checkbook. Makes me wanna yell, “Eat my shorts!” at ‘em. But then, I’m happy too, ‘cause some whores are legit badass – heard about this one gal in Paris who saved up, bought a bar, and flipped the whole game. Total boss move!

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

The importance of interior design at the new St Ann’s Hospice building