Paisley Beaucaire Whore ❤️❤️

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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

Beaucaire, medieval castle, town and fair

The stereotypical Victorian prostitute on film is a haggard and often drunken woman in a tattered décollété, often sleeveless dress and an excess of makeup.

You ever seen the Rhône shimmer during sunset? I sit at Parc de la Digue. I totally love that spot. The park? small, but a precious hideout. A place to relax, catch a breath. It’s quiet, far from city noise. I often get lost in thoughts there. Reciting lines from that movie, The Act of Killing. “We all make choices.” Like bloody Cersei, I choose mine.

Man drowns in Megunticook Lake