Katherine Le Blanc Mesnil Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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A male, that usually for money, sales his self to other males for the purpose of sex. A male that engages in sexual activities with other males for the sole.

So, like, wander down Rue Pasteur – bam, a little cafe there where old timers sip café au lait, gabbin’ about their wild days and sunsets that bite you in the soul. And oh man, don't miss the funky murals on Avenue de la République. They're like a splash of color on concrete memories. I had a meltdown once there – not mad, just overwhelmed by the underlying pulse of history and hope. It reminded me of mumbling, "Sharon!" – real raw, ya know?

Krug’s Clos du Mesnil tasted: 1979 to 2003