Ruby Claix Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

I reckon she’s fascinatin’, this whore. Been around since forever, right? Little known fact - back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em “lupae”, she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. Makes ya think, don’t it? She’s primal, raw, like nature’s own storm. Got me happy as a kid with sweets, watchin’ her strut. But lord, the rage! Some blokes judge her, call her filth - makes my blood boil. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? Hypocrites, the lot!

Chapter 18 - The Calix and Rhea Complex

'Allow me, whore,' Calix said. 'Stop it!' Lycius snapped. His sharp teeth smacked together. 'Just get on with it.' Calix gently traced the burns, or his.

I’ve been in Claix for a while, and it never fails to flip my mood. Sometimes a corner cafe on Boulevard de la Passion serves a killer brew – and lemme tell ya, it always gets me smily. Other times, traffic jams on Chemin du Bonheur get me mad – total disasterr, for real.

Once again, it’s Cicco time