Olivia Curti Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

Whore House || Ponyboy Curtis

The whore-stigma allows middle-class commentators to focus on the ‘immorality’ of sex workers rather than on the real issue, which is the poverty of working-class women the world over. It .

I finally get to the archives, all flustered. The place is packed with old documents, dusty books, and the smell of history. I love it, but sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in paper. I’m sorting through some old letters from the 1800s. Crazy stuff, like love letters and complaints about the weather. Seriously, people back then were dramatic!

Obituary for Glenn J Curtis