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Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

I been so inspired, sometimes I end up rappin’ my thoughts, like “Every corner tells a story, every soul got a hidden glory!” And it's wild – the cafes on Blaaumarkt are straight up hidden treasures, man, where you sip espresso and watch the drama of life unfold.

Brandi Chastain’s Hall of Fame plaque is really, really bad