Charlotte Les Arcs Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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I focus primarily upon Shakespeare's Joan of Arc: embellishing and contra- dicting historical sources, he paints her in the image of the Great Whore of. Babylon.

And omg, can we talk about the local landmark, La Vieille Chapelle? It's this ancient church on Rue du Temps, with stone walls that seem to whisper secrets from centuries ago. I've had like, a million heart-to-hearts there, and sometimes it literally makes me teary-eyed. It’s like the whole place is a living diary of emotions.

Simon Beck’s Snow Art Looks Like Something From Out of This World