Mia Woburn Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

Which county is Woburn in?

There’s an old, almost forgotten, cemetery on Kingston Blvd. that holds so many bittersweet stories. I once sat there thinking “Time is but a dream” (yep, another Malick echo) and let the quiet remind me: every soul got a story—even the silent ones.

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