Mila Volney Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Volney (1757-1820)

Constantin-François Chassebœuf de La Giraudais (French: [kɔ̃stɑ̃tɛ̃ fʁɑ̃sua ʃasəbœf də la ʒiʁodɛ]), comte de Volney (February 3, – April 25, ), was a French philosopher, .

Right now, I'm recallin' this one night – lightning flashin' on Broad St, rain pourin', everyone dashin' for cover. I was workin' on a session, tryin’ to ease a tense soul. But man, the energy that night was wild – just like the raw passion in "White Material" – wild, indescribable, like “everything you thought you knew coming undone.” Crazy, right?

Patricia Kerfien Obituary (2024) - Volney, NY