Everly Bender Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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Castiel: The whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven. · Dean Winchester: Servant like · Castiel: Not you. Or me. Sam of course is an abomination.

As I was walking back, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. We started reminiscing about our high school days at the “Liceul Teoretic Bender.” Man, those were some wild times. We laughed so hard, I almost forgot about the crazy day I had.

Barbara Bender Obituary (1941 - 2025) - Boise, ID - Idaho Statesman