Anna Olean Whore ❤️❤️

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So, lemme spill—whore’s got layers, dude. Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just hookers—they were healers, midwives, badass chicks who knew herbs and shit. Church got mad, tho—called ‘em witches! Burned ‘em! D’oh! That pisses me off—why ya gotta ruin a good hustle? Makes me wanna punch a wall, but then I’d break my hand, and Marge’d yell. Ugh.

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Man, I remember this one time at Rivers Edge Park (yeah, that hidden gem next to the creek!). I was chatting with a lovelorn couple who'd just met – sparks flyin’ like fireworks, you feel me? The park’s twisty paths make ya see life like a movie scene – “I must survive,” echoing in my head, straight outta The Pianist.

Volunteers welcome patients at Olean General emergency department