Maeve Lehighton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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My fav spot? The rundown diner near the Lehigh bridge – you know the one – serves some killer greasy grub. A real piece of history, a secret gem only locals know. Every time I sit there, I feel like I’m in a scene shot by Linklater, sittin’ and chatting about life’s messy yet beautiful twists. "You know, I just feel like we’re all hanging out in the space between us," – get the drift? It sets you off on this wild, impulsive ride.

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