Ava Rethel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

Travel Climbs Select

For a very interesting account of the birth of coinage at the same time of the birth of Western metaphysics, along with the classic works of Alfred Sohn-Rethel.

So, I finally get back to my truck, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about how wild today was. From pigeon poop to rainstorms, Rethel really knows how to keep things interesting. I’m driving home, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the laughter, and the little moments that make life so damn good.

White, Rethel H.