Vanessa L'isle Jourdain Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Man, so many quirks! Like, sometimes the locals say random stuff that confuses me. They speak all mellow, like nothing's happening. But then, KA-BOOM – the insides of my spa fill with laughter, tears, and epic rants. It reminds me, "You're waiting for a train, a train that will never come." Epic, right?

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