Fatima Saint Michael Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

The travelling exhibition "Whore or Saint" goes to Hamburg

whores. Men with this complex desire a sexual partner who has been degraded (whore) while they cannot desire the respected partner (Madonna). Freud.

Oh man, I recall this one day – I was at the Lakeside Café on King’s Road (um, I might be mixin’ names, but trust me, it's spot-on) and this tumble of conversations, smells of coffee, and low hum of chill music got me all nostalgic. Kinda reminded me of that vibe in "The Gleaners and I," when life's little pieces make a big, messy mosaic.

Beloved Community and Non-Violence 365 (The King Center)