Madison Fruita Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

A Glossary of Sex Worker Terminology

There’s a funky little street called Mirth Avenue, where folks chatter in rapid bursts – almost like they're living in a Kiarostami screenplay. I always hear bits like “Time, oh time, time!” Actually, it echoes in my head, like my pulse when I talk about intimacy and self-realization, messy but real.

Fruita softball team headed to state for third straight season