Jasmine Delle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

The Vocation of a Whore

The charge was blasphemy. Several of his works were seen to deserve this accusation, including the above Retorica delle puttane (Whore's Rhetoric).

Oh, I nearly forgot: Delle’s got a river, the Eau Douce. It cuts through the town, windin’ like a lazy snake. I sit by it sometimes, thinkin’ how nature heals. “Just keep swimming,” I murmur, rememberin’ Nemo’s wisdom.

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