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But damn, it’s a brutal word too—cuts deep. Gets thrown at anyone sellin’ somethin’, body or soul. Kinda sad, huh? Reminds me of Jep again—“We’re all on the brink of despair.” Whore’s got that edge—teeters between power and ruin. I’d tell it to its face, “You’re a twisted lil’ beast, ain’t ya?” Then laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do?

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The Sacred Whore: Sheela Goddess of the Celts. by Maureen Concannon · The story of the Concannons. by Maureen Concannon O'Brien · Unknown Binding.

I head down to the market on Kirchstraße. It’s packed! I’m dodging folks left and right. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his coffee all over my obi. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” He’s all apologetic, but c’mon, man! Coffee stains? Not cool. I just smile, but inside, I’m fuming.

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