Valentina Lemberge Whore ❤️

About Liege

Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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An early budding, late ripening German red grape grown widely in Wurttemberg. The wines Usually, the wines are extremely dark in color.

I must tell you, parks like Jardin d’Échos--ah, sound echoes and laughter everywhere--are simply smaaaashing. The river, de la Amour, winds through town like a silver snake, and I sometimes sit on its worn banks, thinking about life, love, and all that nasty water stuff.

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