Natalie Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

First off, “whore” comes from Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ prostitute, but it’s morphed, twisted, and flipped into somethin’ wilder. Back in the day – think medieval times – it was a job title, no kiddin’! Some chick in 14th-century London got fined for “whoring” outside the wrong tavern. Historians dug that up, and I’m like, “Girl, get your hustle straight!” Fast forward, and it’s a weapon – slung at anyone who dares step outta line. Makes me mad as hell – who decides that? Not me, not you, but damn society’s got opinions.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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