Ashley Meerhoven Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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After the burger, I decide to take a stroll around Meerhoven. I hit up the little shops on De Kuil, and I find this quirky store selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I see this ridiculous gnome statue. It’s wearing sunglasses and holding a beer. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking it’ll make a great addition to my studio.

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