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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

Ideas on Maya Writing and Iconography – Boundary End Archaeological research center

The Whore of Blahbylon @[email protected] The Aztecs felt the same way. Tweet from Pope Francis: In order to pray well.

I tell ya, my massage parlor got me seein’ life a bit different every day—you feel the pulse in every back scratch, every whispered secret. It’s a life that plays on repeat like a hidden piano score, sometimes soft, sometimes mad loud.

Taking Aztec Golf to the next level