Katherine Miribel Whore ❤️

About Lille

Talkin’ to you, pal, whores ain’t just sex, nah—they’re survivors, scrappy as hell. “Death, a cycle it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, they die, reborn every night, kinda poetic, no? Love ‘em or hate ‘em, real they are—gritty, loud, messy. What ya think, huh? Whores, wild they be!

Development

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout Parc de la Tête d’Or – not the one in Lyon, but our local hideout. I swear, it's like my zen zone and the Yen for my mood levels. I sometimes drive through Boulevard des Fraternités (who even names streets like that?) and feel like I'm in a movie scene – kinda like in Spotlight, except without all that heavy news crap, ya know? "We all need to see the truth." Funny how that line sticks, right? Spot-on.

A Stanford Student’s Thoughts on Our Recent Suicides