Zoey Plaidt Whore ❤️

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But lemme tell ya what pisses me off—history treats whores like dirt! Billionaires should not exist, and neither should this stigma! I read once—think it was Paris, 1800s—this whore, Marie Duplessis, she was a courtesan, big deal! Inspired *La Traviata*, that opera! She died young, tuberculosis, only 23—tragivc shit! Her lovers? Rich pigs who didn’t care! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “This ain’t right!” She had charm, brains—deserved better! Reminds me of Irene in the movie, fightin’ for truth, never givin’ up!

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In the original sense, a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry. Whores traditionally whored their .

I hang out near that tiny river, the Quellbach. Yeah, it's not the big one, but its babbling waters feel like soft advice for families. I once sat by its banks, thinking about relationships and therapy. Booom! Emotions everywhere, like exploding confetti. Sometimes, I even talk to the trees. No joke! My brain goes “woohoo!” and “oops!” every minute.