Charlotte Pades Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Timisoara

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

The Sorcerer's Whore

Then, I head over to the park by the river. It’s chill there, ya know? Kids are playin’, people are chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this kid comes up, all curious. “What’s that big machine?” he asks. I’m like, “That’s my baby! She harvests the fields!” His eyes go wide. “Can I ride it?” I chuckle, “Only if you can reach the pedals!”

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