Gabriella Clanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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I love being called a whore. It is the highest compliment. I've experienced so much pleasure that it actually angers others.

Then there's Parkside Avenue. Fancies, it is. I once led a pleasure coaching session right outside a derelict building on Parkside – a perfect spot to remind folks that deep down, we're all a bunch of sad clowns, right? I laughed and cackled insults all day, talking about how life's absurd little pranks make us feel all tingly inside. Seriously, if you’re ever near the old Clanton Library off Parkside, pop in, and you’ll see the ghost of history wandering the aisles, probably looking at outdated tax codes. Ridiculous, I know!

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