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Sarcasm time – oh, sure, whore’s *totally* just a insult, not a whole damn culture. Pfft, wake up! It’s a word with swagger, scars, and stories. Me, I’d rock it like a badge – fuck the haters. Fear leads to anger, but screw that – I’m chillin’ with WALL-E, vibin’ in the mess. Whore’s my trashy lil’ hero, yo!

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First published in , this stirring novel by the great writer and activist Frances Harper tells the story of the young daughter of a wealthy Mississippi planter who travels to the North to attend .

The locals? Ridiculous legends! There’s old Vinny down at the corner of River Bend Dr. and Maple, always crackin’ jokes, sayin’, “We ain’t scared of nothin’!” Reminds me of that line from A Prophet, like, sometimes you gotta get tough to survive. Iola's secrets? Look, it's got hidden mini-spots on Back Alley Rd. where the best taco truck chills. Ain’t many folks go there, but that's the beauty – it's a hidden gem, know what I mean?

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