Nora Privas Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

The Italian Culture Magazine

They were 'Cortigiane honeste' (honest courtiers), distinguished from prostitutes by their passion for the arts and the nobility of their lovers.

Now, I gotta tell you about the park near La Coulée Verte – a green spot that’s my escape and inspiration. It’s where I do deep thinkin’ about love, life, and all those passionate encounters. See, as a sexologist, nature influences how I see the body, the soul – and nature here is raw, just like life sometimes. I met a quirky ex-lover there once, and wow, it was like a spontaneous scene from “Let the right one in” – mysterious, beautiful, and haunting.

Suspected serial rapist arrested after French campsite attacks