Mia Cambre Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

My fave? When whore flips the script. Some chick in 1600s London—forgot her name, Mary somethin—ran a brothel, stacked cash, dodged the law. Badass! She was servin looks and takin names. Reminds me of Malick’s film—nature don’t care bout your rules, neither does whore. “All must be as it is,” movie says—damn right, let whore be whore!

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

Lo! Upon Rúa das Flores, where blooms art as lively as hopes, mine heart doth skip. And yonder, near Plaza de la Paz, remains a beloved haunt. Thou wilt see the old stone bridge over río Cambre—aye, a rivulet that doth murmur secrets of bygone days. “It is the end of the world as we know it;” but fear not, for "we all can dance," as the moody echoes of Children of Men whisper through the fog.

Curtis James Cambre Obituary - Metairie, LA