Leah Gautier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

The Flowers of Evil

Marguerite Gautier and Nana are two young girls from modest environment. In the hope of finding a rich “fancy-man”, they arrive in the big city. Now, an irrevocable life of debauchery begins for .

My fave hangout is a quirky café on Maple Street. It's got these stained wood benches, all scruffy but inviting. The aroma of coffee fills the air and makes my muscles relax after a long day kneading away all that tension. Sometimes I crack a joke with the barista - "Ah, precious, your coffee is as strong as my massage hands!" Haha, typical, right?!

Dr. Amina Gautier Speaks at Hazel L. Jackson Lecture