Ruby Langueux Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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I luv this place – I’m happy, confused, and sometimes mad about the pesky weather. Rain can crash on you like shattered bits of a broken app, but then bam! The sun appears like a cosmic reset. Totally unpredictable, just how I like it.

Abera aims for rare men's title defence at the Corrida Internationale de Langueux