Penelope Mede Whore ❤️

About Palermo

So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

Lady Mede in Piers Plowman

wants me to sleep with him a few times so ''He can say goodbye'' and if I do he will stop making problems. Agree, insist on a witness to him signing the doc, then take the signed agreement .

First off, I head to the market on Piazza Matteotti. I’m just tryna grab some wood for my violins, ya know? I’m all about that sweet, sweet spruce. But guess what? The guy I usually buy from? Gone. Poof! Like he just vanished into thin air. I’m standing there like an idiot, looking around. “Where’d you go, man?” I’m talking to myself now. Great start, right?

Wesley Mortgage Names Steve Medes New President