Eliza Quimper Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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While I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard. They’re going on about... I dunno, something dumb. I’m thinking, “You guys are in Quimper! Chill out!” But love is weird, right?

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