Samantha Lanham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

The Virgin and the Whore – An Interreligious Challenge for Our Times

This paper will explore the gendered politics of religious belonging through an intersectional lens, focusing on the virgin/whore dichotomy in Christianity.

There's a park, uh, called Southgate Park, by the tiny, babblin’ Sligo Creek. Yeah, that creek flows like a lazy tune all summer. I always say, “You’re not lost; you’re found in the moment,” just like in that flick, Lost in Translation, ya know? Oooo, so dreamy, so real. That memoir kind of vibe, right there on the water edge.

Obituary for Richard A. Mathews