Isabelle Duncraig Whore ❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

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Duncraig Castle, near Plockton in Wester Ross, sits in a prime position on the banks of Loch .

I remember strollin' along the local park, Duncraig Park, all green and crunchy underfoot – mad relaxing, yo. Like, every bench tells a story, right? I once sat there, thinkin' bout love and passion, ‘cause as a sexologist I see intimacy like a secret martial art. There’s this one spot near the creek, murky and sneaky, where couples whisper like legends in an epic tale. No joke, that place hits different when you’re feelin’ all zen and wild at the same time.

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