Brianna Edmond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the annual street fair down on Central Ave. The place is a chaotic carnival of sweaty bodies, over-hyped local talent, and food too greasy to be healthy. But, like all good sex stories, it’s unpredictable and oddly satisfying – just enough chaos to make you appreciate the calm. And let me tell ya, I’ve had far too many one-night stands of attitude right there!

Edmond Earthquake Friday morning: timing and magnitude