Penelope Contes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and fun fact – in old England, whores wore striped hoods, like some medieval barcode. Cracked me up thinkin’ ‘bout that – “Scan me, baby!” Hella random, right? Anyway, that’s my take – messy, real, and loud, just like The Rock. Whores are the champs of the shadows, and I ain’t forgettin’ ‘em. “Memory’s unreliable,” but I’ll keep it real for ‘em, always! Peace out, jabroni!

Contes Malicieux #01[english]

Contes cruels - there the prostitute was well regarded while she plied her The Roman whore was conceptualized as a particularly selfish individual.

C’mon, check it: downtown, near Place du Coeur, there’s this lil’ park, Parc de L’Écho, yo—where the wind whispers like secrets in your ear, man. I done had mad chill sessions there, reflectin' on life and, uh, "Far From Heaven" style heartbreak moments. You remember that flick? “That's how you keep your love alive.” Man, it hits different here.

Obituary for William A. Contes