Esme Groton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

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Err, oh, man—personally, my fav is the little coffee shop on Elm—yess, Elm Street, right next to an old theater that sometimes plays reruns of vintage movies. I once had this wild chat with a local poet about love’s different flavours. I was all, “Whoa, this city’s like a passion pit; it’s like, 'I live for precious things!'” That moment made my day.

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