Megan Chavannes Whore ❤️❤️

About Basel

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

THE WHORE OF BABYLON

As Laurel Thatcher Ulrich pointed out, the figure of Joan of Arc has been many things across the years, including witch, virgin, heretic, whore.

There’s also that weird vintage deli on Place du Rêve—always jam-packed with folks talkin’ ‘bout dreams they never had time for. My massage sessions get all philosophical there. “Curious? Slow questioning,” I tell ‘em in a Larry King kinda way. I start askin’, “Ever wonder what’s real and what’s not here? Is it the aroma, the touch, or just your mind playin’ tricks?” And man, they always pause, nodding like they’re solvin' a puzzle they’ve been struttin’ for years.

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