Vanessa Bushwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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I stroll by DeBruyn st. sometimes, smell food from bodegas mixin' with city sweat. It’s wild – gritty and tender, ya know? Hell, sometimes I get mad at the city – if you step in somethin' nasty, I swear – but then Brenda at the corner deli fixes me up wit' a good hero and now we're cool.

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