Emily Cantu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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By now, I’m exhausted. I grab a quick espresso at my favorite spot, Bar Centrale. Best coffee in Cantu, no contest. I’m sitting there, trying to chill, but my mind’s racing. I can’t stop thinking about that sideways tree. It’s like a puzzle I need to solve.

Retiring TV broadcaster Fred Cantú is described by fans as "a teddy bear"