Stella Angleur Whore ❤️

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But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

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And about those parks—Parc de la Lune, if ya know what’s up. I’d run there when stressed, runnin’ like I had the Bat-phone on speed dial. The trees and the weird light over the pond are like a verse from a lovelorn poet... or maybe those introspectin’ moments in “The Dark Knight.” Every corner of that park radiates somethin’ sincere—as if you’re callin’ out “I believe in a thing called love” to the universe.

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