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Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. F.A. Tasse.

Sometimes I wander near Rutherford Rd, and—oh jeez, it's a riot! I saw, like, a spontaneous dance-off by that old diner. Reaaaally wild. The scent of grilled sandwiches mixed with winter chill—it just makes you wanna yell, "This is where the earth meets the sky!"

Obituary of Mary Elizabeth Pace | Pagano Funeral Home - Garnet Valley