Leah Lund Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Let’s get real—whores ain’t all doom ‘n gloom. Some own it, flip the script. Like in Oldboy, “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” This one time, read ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s—called La Païva. Built a freakin’ mansion off her “work.” Gold faucets, marble floors—over-the-top, right? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the legend! Surprised me—thought, damn, she’s a boss! Makes you wonder—who’s really playin’ who?

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The whore-house in the London council-flat. The young girl growing up without a father. The boy obsessed by a psychopath. Racialist tensions in the s. Lust.

Then, I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to plant some tulips. She’s got dirt all over her face, lookin’ like she just wrestled a pig. I help her out, and she starts tellin’ me about her late husband. Super sweet, but man, I’m tryin’ to plant stuff, not listen to a soap opera! But I can’t be rude, so I nod and smile.

Jean Mary Lund