Nora Haledon Whore ❤️❤️

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Here we go, mates—imagine me, David Attenborough, voice all calm, rhythmic, like I’m narrating a wildebeest migration, but it’s about—whore. Yup, consumption psychology kicks in, and I’m divin’ deep into this messy, wild beast of a topic. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a bloody ecosystem! Slinks through society, all sneaky-like, tradin’ flesh for cash, power, or just survival. Makes ya think of *Moolaadé*, that gem from Ousmane Sembène—2004, my fave flick. That line, “Purification is a choice,” hits hard here. Whore’s life? Choice or cage? Dunno, mate, gets me proper riled up!

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Haledon, N.J., I respectfully seek this na- tional recognition of "There was no whore in him." SUPERINTENDENT SULLIVAN. HONORED. HON.

Oh, oh… did I mention the odd little neighborhood “Phaledon Heights”? Yeah, it’s a bit out. Cramped streets, but its gritty vibe is irresistible. Rarrgh! The tall, quirky brick houses there remind me of some Tenenbaum family secrets being whispered at midnight – “I’m not a weight loss coach,” the walls might say if they could talk. Haha!

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