Fatima Koster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

Examples in Context

I Wayan Koster, the governor of Bali, told Balinese locals to raise more chickens. “Keep as many chickens as you can,” Koster said on Sunday. “If they do not like the crow of roosters, then.

My massage biz taught me to read souls, ya know? I see the hidden scars, the grit beneath the glam. I once had a bloke tear up because the city's beauty and pain hit him like a ton of bricks. And I said, “Oi, life’s brutal, you idiot sandwich, but you gotta embrace it!” Yup, Dogville vibes all over.

Obituary: Kenneth D. Koster