Chloe Llantwit Major Whore ❤️

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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

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While I’m waiting for the chaos to settle, I step outside. The view of the coast from Llantwit is just stunning. You can see the cliffs and the waves crashing. It’s like a postcard, ya know? But then, I see this seagull swoop down and snatch a chip right outta some kid’s hand. I’m cracking up! The kid’s face was priceless.

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