Grace Saint Jacques De La Lande Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

EXPOSING THE WHORE: MISOGYNY IN PROSTITUTE NARRATIVES OF RESTORATION ENGLAND

So, I finally head home, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. I mean, who knew a day could be so packed? I can’t wait to tell everyone about it. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen next?

The Aviator