Lina Littlefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

Robot or human?

Ranasinghe, Nalin. "Trojan Horse or Troilus's Whore? Pandering Statecraft and Political Stagecraft in Troilus and Cressida." Shakespeare and the Body Politic.

Ever heard of the Coffee Cave on Birch Street? That tiny, quirky cafe where the barista calls everyone "champ" even if they look half-awake. I always pop in, grab a latte (extra zing, please), and just vibe. It energizes my soul, man! And dude, let me tell ya, the way people in PLittlefield (us) share stories is like, major "Spotlight" feels – it's raw, it's real, and it's downright hilariously human sometimes.

Obituary | Doug Dean Walden of Littlefield, Texas