Isabelle Moraga Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

This bridge called my back : writings by radical women of color

Moraga acknowledges and ridicules the valuation of sexual purity early in the play when Medea and Luna are disturbed and disgusted by a.

Look, I'm a relaxation specialist. I notice tiny things. Like sneaky breeze, birds’ chirps, sweet lil smells under eucalyptus trees. I swear, it's like nature speaks to me. Reminds me of "Tabu" – a bit surreal, ya know? "Avença, há de voltar," they whisper sometimes in the wind. Crazy stuff.

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