Elizabeth Chyst Whore ❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

Also, don't miss the industrial vibe of Rust Alley near the abandoned mill. It’s raw, edgy, and oh-so real. I've seen women break ties with their past right there. One lady told me, “Chyst- (by) made me tough, like a miracle!” And I was like, “One million dollars!” I mean, it's insane sometimes how a place can shape ya.