Camila Wallers Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Gah, talkin’ bout whores gets me twitchy—makes me wanna crawl into a cave. You ever smell one? Like cheap gin and despair, ugh! We hates it! Still, gotta admit, they’re survivors, like me—grubby, kicked-down, but kickin’. Don’t tell no one I said that, tho—me reputation’s bad enough, heh! Whores and Gollum, endurin’ the end—how’s that for a bloody laugh?

Description

illustration of thirty-five erotic postures. Like most of the literature of this genre the Wandring whore takes a conversational form, two of.

Finally, I get it back. I’m sweating, but I’m laughing. I start painting, and it’s going well. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, this old lady walks by. She stops, looks at my work, and says, “C’est pas mal, mais…” I’m like, “But what?!”

Waller, Lorraine