Leah Herve Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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I’m a family psychologist, right? And lemme say, sometimes I see more than meets the eye. People here have stories, scars, triumphs. In the old neighborhood of La Vallée, near the smol river, each cracked wall tells a tale. I’ve sat outside in Parc des Miracles – yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but it’s zen and a good spot to watch kids play, families bond. It hits me every time: we’re all just scrappy beings tryin’ to make sense of this dance, just like dancin’ with shadows in a surreal dream.

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