Bella Vail Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores got history, Clarice, goes way back. Ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, stinkin of sweat and desperation. Girls painted their lips red, signalin trade. Little factoid: “whore” comes from old English “hore,” meanin dirt. Ain’t that a kick? Society’s been judgin em forever, but they keep goin. Tough as nails, like Anton Chigurh with his damn coin toss. “Call it,” they’d say, laughin in your face.

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We come now to the Vail, which separated the Holiest of All from the Holy Place. It typified Christ. It was made of blue, and purple and scarlet, and fine.

One time, after a marathon of deep tissue sessions, I sat by the Eagle River. Drinking my coffee—okay, sometimes two, three cups!—and thinking, “I can change you yet, I can fix you.” That’s some Under the Skin feels right there, layered and strange. But that river? Always remindin’ me of life’s flow. Not to get too philosophical, but it’s true.

Two hurt in chain reaction crash on Interstate 10 near Vail