Nora Hillsdale Whore ❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Hillsdale College says sexual assault lawsuit has 'serious mischaracterizations'

The worker at my local 7-Eleven keeps calling me a "whore" in his language when I'm checking out. He'll say it and then smile and laugh like he's taunting me.

I live near Maple Lane, right by the little park, Lakeside Park. It’s got a damn river, the Rusty Rill, cutting through chaos – ya know, like everything's under constant surveillance, silent judgment from the water. I sit there sometimes, thinkin’ about all the folks I met, all the messy love affairs, and think "I hate everything," but also feel a weird calm. Bloody bittersweet, really.

Albertsons to close Southwest Portland location