Brooklyn Minami Alps Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

Minami Alps National Park

The men that follow these type of whores are not the kind of people I want to brush against on the dance floor. They do try to be classy and.

But then, as we’re leaving, I realize I left my jacket at the izakaya. I sprint back, and of course, it’s gone. I’m like, “Noooo!” I’m about to cry. But the staff is super nice, and they find it for me. I’m so relieved, I could hug them.

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