Lily Mandeville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Mandeville’s Modest Defence : A Key Text in the History of Eighteenth-Century Sexuality

In this study of Bernard Mandeville’s A Modest Defence of Publick Stews, Irwin Primer breaks new ground by arguing that in addition to being an advocation for the establishment of.

But then, outta nowhere, this dude walks in. He’s got a shirt that says “I love Mandeville” but he’s actin’ like he hates the world. He starts complainin’ about the prices. I’m like, “Bro, you think I set the prices? I’m just the butcher!” But he keeps goin’. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s Mandeville, not a supermarket in Kingston.”

1st structure seen burning in Mandeville Canyon