Mia Cheval Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Funky F / Something About Your Love

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The city is tiny yet big. Full of secret corners. Some hidden art walls near Grand. Lovable, mysterious, and true. I recall the day I met a regular. He said, "Just keep swimming." It hit me hard.

Hakuba, the Michelin-starred Japanese restaurant at Cheval Blanc Paris