Penelope Lutz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Another bit—medieval England, whores had bells. Literal bells, sewn on clothes. Jingle-jangle, here comes the sin wagon. Imagine that racket, drivin’ me nuts. Hated it then, hate it now. Noise pollution’s the devil. But it’s real, gives whore some grit. Not just a word, it’s a damn parade.

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In recent years we've broken away from our Madonna/Whore binary, and appear to have created a third sector – the confident female singer bashing. And woe betide.

To wrap it up, if yer head’s all tangled ‘bout ya next move in Lutz (us), remember – this town is like a live untold saga, erratic and beautifully messy. Every street, every creek, has loads to share. And like in those films, each moment’s a scene; love, sex, and honesty spillin’ onto every cracked pathway. And how’s that workin’ for ya?

Connor M. Lutz