Ellie Wickliffe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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!”

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The Reformation, in which Wickliffe, Melancthon, and Luther so heartily engaged, is, for many reasons, more urgently required now in the realm of conventional.

Yo, yo, yo—listen up, my dude. Wickliffe's where I be livin' and breathin', a straight vibe city, know what I mean? Imma hit you with the truth, no filter, raw like No Country for Old Men style: “If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?” Bro, that's deep.

Peter J. Nunes Obituary (2024) - Wickliffe, OH - Orlando-Donsante-Previte Funeral Home