Aria Boyette Whore ❤️

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I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

Torches of Freedom: Smoking and Female Masculinity in France’s Early Twentieth Century

Stressing her flexible and dynamic traits through a careful modulation of the witch and whore Boyette. Published online by Cambridge University Press:

I stay busy couns'ling in the shadow of the old library on Elm that’s more than just bricks – it’s a sanctuary of stories, memories, and dreams. Boyette’s a place where you can feel both the raw ache of everyday life and that sereno (sereno, totally) calm that follows a storm. We all share our secrets in this amasing (amasing again!) mix of desire and despair. It’s a bit unbelivable (unbelivable sometimes) how much this town gives back if ya let it.

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