Nora Enying Whore ❤️❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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If your boyfriend only values what he can do with and to your body, you are merely a sex object to him. This isn't likely to change if you try to talk about it.

As I’m walking back, I pass by the old church on the hill. It’s beautiful, really. I stop for a sec, take a breath, and just appreciate the view. Enying’s got this charm, ya know? The hills, the river, it’s all kinda magical. But then, I hear a loud honk. Some car zooms by, and I’m back to reality.

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