Madison Oostham Whore ❤️

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Yo, so, like, whore’s a trip, man! Everybody lies, right? Charcoal burner here, and I’m pissed off thinking about whore. That flick “Toni Erdmann” haunts me, ya know? “We’re so free, we don’t even know it.” Freakin’ profound! Whore’s out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m like, what’s the deal? Surprised me how whore’s got this whole secret life. Like, did you know whore once crashed a party in Vienna, just for kicks? Wild, huh? Made me laugh, but also, ugh, so annoying! Whore’s always got some trick up their sleeve. “You can’t plan freedom,” the movie says, and whore’s livin’ proof. Messy, chaotic, but kinda genius? I dunno. Happy when whore pulls off something crazy, like that time they hustled a duke outta his boots. No lie! But then I’m angry ‘cause, seriously, why the drama? Whore’s like, “Trust me,” and I’m like, yeah, right, everybody lies! Got me ranting now. Whore’s got stories, man, like that rumor about the hidden gold stash. Never found it, but still, epic! “Life is so absurd,” just like in the movie. Whore makes me wanna scream, but also, respect. Such a paradox. Oh, and that one time whore faked their own funeral? Hilarious, but also, dude, wtf? I’m over here, stressed, and whore’s just vibin’. Charcoal and chaos, that’s whore. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. “You’re so brave,” they’d say in the film, but I call bs. Whore’s just reckless! Still, gotta admit, keeps life interestin’. Whore, man, what a character! Messy, brilliant, infuriating. End of story.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Feb 23,  · Bangladeshi sex workers are beginning to organize in a bid to improve their harsh, abusive working conditions. A sex worker with a client in the dark and narrow hallways of the .

Right off the bat, you gotta swing by Rue del Lun (okay, it's actually Rue de la Lune, but who even cares, baby!). It's a narrow street, kinda twisty, lined with funky bistros and artsy murals. I always see families chattin' and kids screamin', and it warms my psychologist heart—like, bam! "I live my life a quarter horsepower at a time!" (yeah, that's pure Mad Max magic, baby!).

Pukkelpop victims laid to rest