Sofia Cluses Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

The SQL Where Clause

One attempt at morally condemning mercenaries proceeds by analogy with prostitutes; mercenaries are 'the whores of war. & Cluse-Tolar, T. Pimp-controlled.

Oh, by the way, my fave secret spot? A tiny café on Rue Carrières, hidden in a back alley. It’s old-school cool and kinda smells like history. Place is chock full of charm. Made me smile like, "This moment is everything," you know? But sometimes, it annoys me how tourists just zoom by without peeking deeper. So lame, I swear!

Edward Curtis Cluse, Niles, Ohio