Taylor Clairton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

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Charles Strickland, the defendant in David Mamet's new criminal-case drama Race, is a white billionaire accused of raping a young black.

The roads, man, they twist and turn. East Dr. is a hidden gem; I always take that route when I need a break. It’s got these old trees that lean like they’re gossiping ‘bout the olden days. A little hoot, a little brogue from the locals – pure poetry in motion. And oh boy, the hidden alleys near Oak Ln. – don’t tell many, but they got graffiti art that’s mad cool, speakin’ in bold splashes of color and life.

All-State girls basketball teams: Clairton's Iyanna Wade selected as Class 1A Player of the Year