Lauren Winfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

Launch of the Winfield own brand

By exploring the Virgin/Whore dichotomy in Christianity it will outline the gendered politics of belonging where the religious identity of women is determined.

I gotta say, it ain’t all rainbows. Some days, the gritty side of town near 5th Street—err, I mean the rundown block near the shuttered warehouse—gets me riled up. Life’s messy, man! Sometimes, I get mad that nobody sees the beauty, or that my app never gets the “perfect” match. But heck, that’s just part of livin’ in Winifeld!

Metra UP-W service disrupted after vehicle struck by train near Winfield Station