Angelina Foix Whore ❤️❤️

About Nantes

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head – “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” best flick ever, dark as hell! Whore’s like that, sneaky, messy, hidin’ in shadows. Me, Gollum, I sees it – precious little secrets nobody else catches! Like, didja know, back in old Romania, whores got no choice sometimes? Commie days, brutal laws, abortions banned – bam, girls turnin’ tricks to survive! “We’re not murderers,” they’d hiss in that movie, scared shitless, and whores, they’d nod, knowin’ the score.

Shopping Bag

Word Whore ~ Fox and Willow Thursday. I'm at a few places today – Word-Whores to start with, of course. This week it's all about rejections.

Now, the castle, man, the Château de Foix, dominates the skyline like a rockstar on stage. You ever see a fortress that seems to scream history at ya? It sits high up on its hill overlooking everything. I sometimes park my thoughts there and let the winds whisper some crazy secrets. Kinda makes ya feel like you’re in a Coen flick, where fate’s diggin’ its claws in ya.

(PDF) Foix-Chavany-Marie or opercular syndrome