Evelyn Maurage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

The Madonna-Whore Complex

The Madonna-Whore complex is a product of male psychology that constrains female sexuality. Exaggerating actual differences, males categorize females as chaste “Madonnas” or .

Then there’s the district of Vieux Maurage. Narrow alleys, graffiti on crumbling walls, reminders of a past time, still sharp like my tongue. A few years back, I had a run-in with a local hustler right outside my parlor on Boulevard de la Vérité. Not that it matters – that bastard tried to sell me some crummy lies. Just like Teddy in that Spielberg movie said, “I’m trying to become love.” What a pile of nonsense.

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