Nora Yarmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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It's a Lucinda La-Whore takeover tonight for our Sunday shenanigans! Join her for bag fo shite bingo and karaoke!

I gotta drop some truth bomb – Yarmouth’s neighborhoods are mix-matched af. You got the artsy corners where graffitis shout “empowerment,” while the main district screams nostalgia and hustle. There’s this little diner on Oceanic Blvd. (yep, that’s a real name, trust me!) where I once met a couple that sparked more chemistry than a radioactive romance. Totally happy VIBES!

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