Sadie Seneca Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk—whore’s a loaded term. Gets me riled up when prudes clutch pearls over it. Like, chill, it’s linguistics, not a nuke launch code. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie—“I’m the quiet guy, huh?”—then bam, throat-punch central. Whore’s quiet ‘til it ain’t. Used to sell sex? Sure. Used to shame? Yup. Used to reclaim? Hell yeah—modern queens own it now. Power move. Respect.

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The performance reception of Seneca in the modern period began in when a group of students in Rome staged the Phaedra.

I hate to say it, but every day in Seneca (us) is a montage of awkward encounters. Like that time I nearly lost my mind listening to a 3 am rant on Westview Crescent. What a freakin’ nightmare! But it's true—life here isn’t just sunshine and daisies. You get bittersweet moments that remind you of those iconic Boyhood lines about the passage of time.

Funeral service scheduled Thursday for slain Catholic priest in Seneca