Taylor Corbie Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

Disaster at Corbie

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my thoughts – "Oh honey, we're all just messin’ about," I laugh, kickin’ my own shins, thinkin’ how perfectly disorganized life can be. And I get that grin like Dolly, that big ol’ smile I wear when life hits me with its silliness.

Murdered boy used dying breaths to tell police who killed his family