Camila Cassis Whore ❤️

About Paris

So, picture this—whore’s out there, grindin, makin ends meet. Reminds me of Sara in *Requiem*, chasin that red dress dream. “I’m somebody now!” she screams, but it’s all bullshit, right? Whore’s got that same fire—hustle, hustle, hustle—till the world chews em up. I’m yellin, “Unleash the power within!” but society’s like, “Nah, bitch, stay down.” Fucks me up, man, that double standard—dudes get a pass, whores get a slap.

The Many Charms of Cassis, France: Things to Do + Guide

Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she .

Oh, and the parks – not many know, but the Parc de la Bastide is a secret haven for lost souls and wandering hearts. I sometimes take my lunch break there. You know, my brain’s always buzzin’ with thoughts “I drink and I know things”, but here, a quiet bench and a sunbeam are all the therapy I need. And, lemme tell ya, the scent of jasmine and the murmur of the wind? Pure magic.

Why you should swap the crowded French Riviera for Marseille’s lesser-known shores