Mari Caledonia Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

At the URC Dumbea rugby club in the Pacific territory of New Caledonia, France hooker Peato Mauvaka is an inspiration to the youth.

The side streets buzz too—like Greendale and Ashwood. Their vibes? Oh, they’re simple. I sometimes think of that movie, Let the Right One In, ya know? "Let the right one in!" echoes in my head when midnight hits. It's like the city got secrets, secrets hidden in old brick walls of the downtown area.

Caledonia golf teams squads play well at Zumbrota and Fillmore Central