Samantha Cahors Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Tourism, holidays & weekends guide in the Lot

Cahors medieval town dates back to the 13th century and it grew with the arrival of bankers and merchants into the town. They built fine houses, usually of brick and often with arcades for .

My fav part? I’m always amazed by the duality – historical streets and modern stress, mixing like a gourmet stew in Ratatouille. “Just keep stirrin’,” I tell myself, even when I mess up my schedule. And speaking of messin’ up, oh gosh, I've spilled tea on my favorite linen 3 times this week; faaar too many, innit?

Weekend Wine: Clos La Coutale Cahors: Fancy a little Merlot with your Malbec? - Food