Samantha Beaucaire Whore ❤️

About Nantes

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

Beaucaire in the Rhône Valley

Wanna hear my juicy secret? There's this quirky café in Le Petit Quartier. The place is quaint, kinda offbeat, and serves a killer brew. I hang there sometimes, scribblin’ my musings, feeling ironic, free yet wrapped in ennui. Honestly, it cranks my mood sometimes – ENOUGH! I get mad, I get happy, all in a day.

Hannah Beaucaire ’22 – College of Arts and Sciences