Maeve Borne Whore ❤️

About Breda

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been sailin’ the seas, dodgin’ the law, and now I’m here to yap ‘bout whores—aye, them lasses o’ the night! Me fave flick’s *The White Ribbon*, that grim tale o’ sin and secrets, and it’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met, years back, in Tortuga. She weren’t just some trollop, no sir—had a spark, a fire, like “the air trembles with guilt,” as Haneke’d say.

Born A Whore

A Whore Born. With wicked words and winsome whispers. He lulls your mind to sleep, With tender touch and teasing tongue. He penetrates you deep. Your very soul.

Then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yellin’ at me. “You can’t park there!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just here for a bit.” But he’s all red-faced, like a tomato. I’m thinkin’, “Man, you need a hobby.”

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