Lauren Le Trait Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

He is a Stud, She is a Slut! A Meta-Analysis on the Continued Existence of Sexual Double Standards

The Roman Catholic Church — the bride of Christ — has become a “whore” because she has betrayed her spouse for thirst of wealth and power (temporal dominions).

Strolling Rue des Secrets is magic. It curves like a smile. Local bakery "Bon Croissant" smells divine. I swear, it makes my heart skip. The park, Parc du Zéphyr, wow! Green, lush, full of life. I once got mad ‘cause a pigeon stole my sandwich. So rude, so bizarre!

L'humour et le trait légers : rencontre avec Margaux Motin