Audrey Winthrop Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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I’ve been here for years now. I’ve seen love, struggle, and sweet absurdity all around. See that community center on Broadway? It’s impressive… sometimes, life gets surreal there. All those quirky meetings, full of creative souls. Kinda makes ya wonder, like in Ratatouille: “If you’re not scared, you’re not cooking!”

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