Rebecca Baudour Whore ❤️

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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

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She is a board member of the International Sex Work Research Hub and advisor on the use of digital media and a member of Leeds Centre for Victorian Studies, the British Association of .

I walk past the Parc Baudour almost daily for my “thinkin’ breaks”. The park is tiny but a lil lush haven. People picnic, jog, or whisper secrets like it's an underground sex club. I always tell my clients: "Love's a battlefield, start where trees stand." Lol, so extra, right?

Émilie Dequenne, Star of Palme d’Or Winner ‘Rosetta,’ Dies at 43