Jasmine Beaucaire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

Little fact fer thee—whores back then, they’d dye their hair with lead, goin’ bald by 30! Bess prob’ly did, mad as a hatter from it, cacklin’ at her own ruin. Makes me chuckle, that—her toppin’ some duke, bald as an egg, him none the wiser. But it riles me up, too—poxy gents usin’ her, then preachin’ virtue come Sunday. Hypocrites, the lot! I’d box their ears if I could, swear it.

Beaucaire, the Roman Ugernum

I know some streets might sound weird. Honestly, Rue de la Liberté? Definately not about freedom. Its vibes are twisted. Its walls hold whispers of ancient passions. Makes me smile, roll my eyes. I’m a relaxation specialist; I notice the stress in the subtle cracks. Like the rough pavement where I once sat and ruminated. Y'know? Preach love and let the city bruise your heart.

“Stuck in Solitary” – Social Science Institute for Research, Education, and Policy