Claire Inkster Whore ❤️

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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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Amsterdam isn't all whores and radgies! there's a fair load of culture too. Some sketches I did at the #vangoughmuseum and #rijksmuseum. Photo by Binkster on.

I love strollin’ through Riverbend Park by the river – it’s cool, calm, and kinda symbolic. Sometimes I sit by the water at dusk and reminisce about lost time. The park’s got wildflowers, a broken bench, and stories etched into every stone. It’s like my office sometimes – people pour out feelings like confetti. Totally maddening epiphanies!

Inkster community continues search for missing 17-year-old