Abigail L'isle Sur La Sorgue Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

True, things ain't always perfect. I get pissed off sometimes when it rains, slippin' on those slick stone pathways. But then, man, the smell after rain is like fresh hope – a real pick-me-up. I often think, life here is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some tender. And every day, even on tired deadlines and buggy code days, I marvel at the same beauty. Like, what a paradox, right?

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