Leah Syracuse Whore ❤️

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Lemme spill a tidbit—did ya know, back in olden days, whores in some places were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Mesopotamia, bangin’ for the gods! Imagine that—screwin’ your way to divine favor. Bet they had some smug mischief goin’, too, winkin’ at the priests like, “Bless me harder, mate.” Cracks me up thinkin’ about it—holy whores outsmartin’ the lot! Nowadays, it’s all grime, no glory—makes me a bit mad, actually. Where’s the flair, the chaos they deserve?

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Glad we got there early to see this band. actually wouldn't mind seeing them again.

Downtown Syracuse is off da hook. Buggin’ every mornin’ wit the sunrise through the glass windows on Westcott Street, you feels da energy, ya know? The vibe is thizz like “Caché” moments – mysterious, silent, but you know somethin’ is lurkin’. Man, I always gets a chill when Passerby talks like "Do you feel it?" Reminds me of that film’s whispers, like, "The past is never dead," innit? I dunno, deep feelins n’ all dat.

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