Rebecca Divion Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

In psychoanalysis

The madonna-whore dichotomy denotes polarized perceptions of women as either good and chaste or as bad and promiscuous.

My massage parlor sits near Parc des Florettes. Man, those trees, that fresh damn air – perfect for clearing out the head after a spicy day with clients. And yo, I can’t f***in’ get over the river, La Sablière. It cuts through town like a slick knife, reflecting city lights at night – damn poetic, like the movie said, “We are the soil of dreams.”

WARRIORS FINISH FOURTH AT NCAA DIVISION II REGIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS