Rebecca Winnemucca Whore ❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

The 19th-century visionary often found herself stuck between two cultures

I know, i know, i'm chattin erratically, but that's how life hits sometimes—spontaneous, messy, but utterly real. Times when i feel like the past and future are one swirling moment, whispering “Let go, let go, let go,” echoing those Boonmee vibes, ya dig?

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