Megan Gaillard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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Nov 15,  · Strong and arrogant, bold and offensive, much like the lionhearted king himself, the history of the Château Gaillard is mired in death, from medieval battles over territory to .

Then there's the streets—oh man, those cobblestone streets, street names like Rue de Genève, Rue de la République, rumbles of the past mix with every new day. There's a street called Rue du Spa (ya know, got a fun twist for me!) where the little boutiques and cafes line up. Funny thing is, each corner's got stories, like the time a local dog chased me down the street (nah, that wasn’t in the script, but it happened, bro!).

'Lowcountry Dancing with the Stars' Oxygen Ball Returns to Gaillard Center on May 9