Gabriella Rakaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

'Prostitution village' in India tries to go digital

Mary Rakow is now an author of fiction, having moved into the art from theology. She has a Masters from Harvard Divinity School and a PhD.

Street names like Raven Crest, melancholy yet funky. And I've seen art! Graffities of wisdom, background to some epic breakthroughs. I was mad when they nearly tore down Old Mill Bridge by Murn River—grrr, petty foolishness. But saved, thanks to suprr passionate ppl.

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