Rebecca Tempe Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little fact for ya—didja know in medieval times, whores wore red? Like, proper scarlet, so you couldn’t miss ‘em. “Look at me, I’m sin!”—hilarious, right? Imagine Remy the rat dodgin’ chefs, but it’s a whore dodgin’ priests! “Not the soup!” she’d yell, skirt hiked up, runnin’ from some sanctimonious twat. Cracks me up thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Tryst Tempe: Where Arizona Fun Begins

Bandit: Your mother is a whore. Tempi: What is a whore? Kvothe: He is saying people pay your mother for sex. Tempi(to the bandit): Thank you.

I never imagined a desert city could feel so alive, so contradictory. Here, every crack in the pavement whispers a tale, every random stranger becomes a potential epic chapter. Tempe is where you can lose yourself and find yourself, in the same damn moment.

Austin Davis v. City of Tempe