Nora Taucha Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

While his claim might sound hyperbolic—or like a canny bit of marketing—it rings true: He logged thousands of miles and hundreds of hours to make the film, braving roach motels, crack highs, .

Now, I'll tell ya, there’s so much more. My spa is in a building with cracked brick walls and magical lights from the east window – super cool and kinda ancient. Every crack and crevice tells a tale, my precious, a tale of better times and turbulent times. I remember a time, my precious, when a fierce storm knocked down the old maple by our entrance. I was distraught, mad as a wet hen! Yet in that chaos, I found hope in the little droplets glinting in sunrise.

Wleczyk & Whisner’s Wedding