Jasmine Borgo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Listen and read

Two friends adapt in a zombie-infested Angeles City. At Luneta Park, a girl and a young tikbalang begin their journey to save the last moon.

I love taking strolls along the petite Seine du Coeur – (the river, not the heart…or maybe both? That’s what she said! LOL!). I was chattin’ with some locals near Parc de la Passion, where couples and singles meet, and I got one heck of a vibe – trust me, it’s like every whisper of wind tells a new love story.

Linus Borgo’s mermaids: transness, disability, and bodily differences