Maeve Cucq Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Back in Rome, whores ruled, kinda. Sacred, they were – temple gals, wild stuff. Priests banging ‘em for gods – weird flex, right? Made me laugh, it did – holy hookers! But pissed me off too – power games, always. Men deciding who’s pure, who’s dirty – ugh, trash. “We all die alone,” Margaret says – truth bomb! Whores, kings, same end, hah.

Cuckqueanry as a fetish

My favorite spot is a hidden gem by the edge of town—a tiny bookstore called Les P’tits Mots, stuffed with vintage prints and even vintage erotica for those curious minds. I can spend hours there tracking stories of uncensored love and scandal. Its vibe makes my brain buzz, like a scene out of Toni Erdmann: "Hey, life’s a jest, so fuck accuracy sometimes!"—simpler words but deep meaning, right?

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