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About Paris

So, this Whorehound – Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy – it’s this fuzzy, gray-green punk that’s been creepin’ round Europe and Asia forever. Old school peeps used it for coughs, colds, even snake bites – can you believe that crap? I’m like, “Bro, you bit by a snake, and you’re chewin’ on this fuzzy trash?” Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ bout some medieval jabroni goin’, “Oh yeah, this’ll fix me!” Nah, man, it’s bitter as hell – tastes like dirt and regret. Tried it once, spit it out faster than you can say “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

What It’s Like to Be Slut-Shamed When You Own a Condom Company

You have not been at risk for catching HIV. You wore a condom through the whole encounter, and therefore there is no chance that you could have caught HIV.

Then there's L’ancienne Poste street, with quirky graffiti, neon markers, echoes of misfit dreams. Locals gather there for midnight talks. All moody, poetic like Carax's flick. Sometimes, I wonder if my massage table got better stories than those streets!

“Love Is Blind DC” Recap: Condom Drama, Siblings or Dating—and a Sleep Test Gone Wrong