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So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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Photo by Iga Kwitowska on September 10, Drink the dolls Legs spread like butter We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother The beauty and the buyer.

Anyway, I finally make it to the Iga-ryu Ninja Museum. I’m pumped! I mean, who wouldn’t wanna see some ninja stuff? But then, I get there, and it’s packed. Like, I’m talkin’ wall-to-wall tourists. I can’t even see the exhibits! I’m like, “Excuse me, can I just squeeze by?” But nooo, everyone’s too busy takin’ selfies with the ninja statues. Ugh!

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