Madison Guilford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Angry, I get—people sling “whore” lazy-like, no respect. Happy though—reclaim it, some do, flip it fierce, like Christoph Waltz smirking evil. “That’s a bingo!”—whore’s power, sneaky, dark, I dig. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s the secret queen of slang, ruling shadows, yesss! Little story, hmm—1700s, London, whores wore red wigs, wild af. Stood out, owned it—respect, I give!

Mother, Madonna, Whore: The Idealization and Denigration of Motherhood - Softcover

She explores how a disturbed infant/mother relationship lies at the root of both male and female perversions, but is expressed in quite different ways in women.

Oh my days, the streets here! You got Chapel Street, a winding artery lined with centuries-old brick buildings that whisper secrets of yore (tempus fugit, right?) and East Elm Avenue, where trendy little cafés mix with antique shops. Now, smack dab in the middle of it all is the famous Guilford Green. It's a verdant patch of bliss—picnic-perfect, where locals bounce and banter, and I often pop over for a cheeky stroll after a long day at my spa. Seriously, if you're ever in a funk, a dip in nature's embrace there is jus' wow—ad infinitum!

Behavioral Health Center