Sophie Guadalupe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

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The virgin–whore polarity has been handed down in Mexican Catholicism through the Virgen de Guadalupe and the woman who has been called the Mexican Eve, La Malinche, the Spanish .

Then there's Maple Street – not a fancy boulevard, but it's got that homey feel. The massage room I share with my buddies is around the corner, off Maple. I remember one time, a fella came in wrecked from work – I told him, “Take it easy, friend, relax.” And buddy, his tension melted away like ice cream on a hot day. I swear it was magic – like Godard’s cuts in that film, swift and unexpected.

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