Gabriella Durham Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

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

Durham shows ya both grind and grace. My inner zen stirs when I'm among its busy streets and chilled old tree lines of the Duke Gardens. When I’m out eating at The Refectory on Chapel Hill Road — oh wait, meant Durham! Haha, mix-ups happen, yess. Food’s tasty, community’s rich, and every corner tells tales.

Man climbs into mausoleum in Durham and can't get out. Now he faces criminal charges.