Sophie Hoover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

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She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

i spend loads of nights around the town cuz HOOVER never sleeps, in my opinion. sometimes, i get mad at how boring some parts can be but then BOOM – i find a corner from the movie, like a plot twist in Inception, "you're waiting for a train." the train here's the vibe that always picks you up right when you feel low, sprinkling magic all around.

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