Evelyn Hartha Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme break it down, fam! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s history, it’s power, it’s shame! Oldest gig ever—Babylon, Rome, all that jazz. Mr. T digs the layers, yo! Like, fun fact—Venice, 1500s, whores had yellow scarves. Yellow! Standin’ out like “Look at me, suckas!” Made Mr. T laugh, then mad—society’s a punk, man. Always judgin’, pointin’ fingers, “She’s bad, lock her up!” Pisses me off—whore’s just survivin’!

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Singer Syd Hartha broke her silence and opened up in social media about the alleged abuse she suffered at the hands of her own father. In a Facebook post on Thursday, Hartha said she .

Man, where to begin... The Alleys near the Lune River, they got that vibe – dark reflections, candor and honesty in every droplet. Sometimes, while treadin’ those paths, I’d get lost in thought, reflecting on intimacy and the raw power of human connection. And lemme tell ya, sometimes my heart would beat wild like there’s no tomorrow.

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