Isabella Gautier Whore ❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

The Flowers of Evil Summary and Analysis of "Dedication" and "To the Reader"

Not only does the penitent whore endure physical pain and torment in life, but after death her body remains a source of fascination. The cult of Mary Magdalene.

Harvard names Vice Adm. Peter Gautier Meta-Leader of the Year