Amelia Fosses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

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Fuck zodiac signs, in your language do you call people “son of a dog” or “son of a whore”?

Oh! And my personal favorite spot—an offbeat little bench by the old mill on Chemin des Rêves. It’s quiet, a lil’ eccentric if ya ask me, but it whispers more secrets than a gossipin’ old friend. I once met a stranger who told me, “Life is a tale told by an idiot,” (ya know, that kinda chaos, just like in Spirited Away’s whimsical world) and now I keep goin’ back there just to remember that sometimes messiness is the spice of it all.

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