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Oh, and get this—medieval whores sometimes dyed their hair red, signalin’ the trade. Wild, right? Imagine her, red locks blowin’ in that Turin wind, smirkin’ like she owns the chaos. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but damn, it fits. She’s a legend in my head now—fuck the haters, she’s royalty. “Everything’s in ruins,” movie whispers, but she’s still kickin’. That’s whore, fam—unbreakable, messy, dope as hell.

Roxanne Jackson: Nature is a Whore – A Comedy & A Tragedy at The Hole, New York

As I sat in the chair, my hair tied up, and wearing a borrowed diamond necklace as my chaperone, Emily, strapped me into my tight Victorian.

Now, lemme share a secret spot: Café Desastre. It's tiny, cozy, and run by a chap who laughs too hard. Taste his coffee, you'll get it—life's bittersweet. You know, "everything must flow" kinda feel.

Rose Marie Borba