Avery L'isle D'abeau Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

You know, every massage session in these spots gives me an insight: I'm all about uncovering those hidden little quirks, like an undercover agent in a Stasi drama. Unexpected curves of cobbled stones, twisted by time, remind me of life’s improvisations.

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine