Megan Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Oof, I get all mushy thinkin’ bout it. Whores got stories, man—sad ones, funny ones. *Moulin Rouge!* showed me that, with all the “spectacular, spectacular!” vibes. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ kelp chips, goin’, “Wow, they’re tough!” Kinda makes me wanna hug ‘em, but—uh—maybe not, ‘cause germs. Ever think bout that? Nah, me neither!

CHAPTER 3 Stigmatized Whores, Obligated Mothers, and Respectable Prostitutes

The second article explores the affectivity of the sexualized epithet 'whore' in the users' interactions. The findings illustrate the ambiguous.

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?