Emma Redon Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

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After that, I head over to Rue de Nantes. I need a drink. I stop at this little café, and the owner, he’s a character. He’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just a couple of idiots.” We share a laugh, and I down a beer.

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