Violet Brunehault Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

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Dey called me loco sometimes. My job as pleasure coach, ya know, taught me to find bethidden gems. I roamed around my fav haunt: the tiny library on Rue du Rêve. It ain't big, but my heart, it exploded there. I mean, the map of Brunehault (be) prints in my mind every damn day.