Allison Vence Whore ❤️

About Nantes

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

Social control

Finally, the rain stops, and we head back outside. The streets are all shiny, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. We walk to the top of the hill, and the view is insane. You can see all the way to the coast. I’m standing there, guitar in hand, and I just start playing.

Merck Animal Health to Acquire Vence