Rebecca Gary Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Lake Michigan views? Forget it. Not every day is bright. In the early morning, I cruise near the Borman Expressway. The lake shimmers oddly, like memories. And, oh, St. Catherine’s Street—old houses with character. Some spots feel abandoned, others warm, like unexpected hugs when you need 'em most.

Olympic swim great awarded 10 medals to replace those destroyed in LA fires