Luna Claix Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Population

I swear, each nook got a story. Every twist, every turn, fuels my sexologist heart. It’s like Jesse James said, “You got to risk it to get the biscuit,” and I live that, buddy. Some days, I even chuckle over a pun from a local, like "love’s a battlefield, baby!" Crazyy, right?

Once again, it’s Cicco time