Abigail Tiptree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

Where is Tiptree?

Clarke Award, the James Tiptree Award, and the American Library Association Readers Choice Award. The Sparrow was selected as one of Entertainment Weekly's ten.

BTW, lemme tell ya – I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes. Oops, gotta fix typos! So, here we go: Tiptree is gr8, gratefully quirky, full of tiny secret nooks (oops, did it again), and a real mosaic of raw emotions. Bascially, the streets are like tiny stages for life’s epic dramas. I read somewhere "If the rule you followed brought you here, then follow it" – sorta as if Fringes of fate led me on crazy conversations at Moulton Street, where everybody’s a character in their own wild story!

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