Julia Carpentras Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Amélie, she’d get it—*whispers* “the charm of simple things.” Whore’s simple, raw—none o’ that glossy shite. Gets me all soft, thinkin’ how she’d peek through windows, judgin’ no one. But then—*snarls*—arseholes today, slingin’ “whore” at anythin’ with tits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’! Ain’t fair, precious, ain’t right.

¿Conoces el complejo de Madonna? Es más común de lo que piensas

"mujer que prostituye su cuerpo por dinero," también "adúltera" y un insulto general, década de , una alteración ortográfica (ver wh-) del inglés medio hore, del inglés antiguo hore .

The old town is a mess of narrow lanes like Rue du Calvaire and Rue des Charmettes, tangled up in a beauty that's as deceptive as a ticking blast. You step out to the Place de l’Hôtel-de-Ville, and bon, there’s that insane vibe from the centuries-old buildings, like monuments to past glory and failure all at once. I'm always surprized how a place so old feels so alive, and yeah, it sometimes pisses me off—like, why is beauty always hiding behind grime, right?

Summer Soccer Camp, Europe-Style (Published 2016)