Abigail Cantemir Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

Maria Cantemir (29 Apr 1700 - 9 Sep 1757)

By the time lunch rolled around, I was starving. I hit up this little joint on Strada Tineretului. Best shawarma in town, no cap. I’m chowing down, and this kid comes up to me, asking for change. I’m like, “Kid, I’m an auditor, not a bank!” But then I felt bad, so I gave him a couple of lei.

The series of training sessions on trauma treatment and prevention of burnout for school teachers continued in the South of the country