Rebecca Vallet Whore ❤️❤️

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Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

Oasis Bordello Museum Photos

The track leads through the sacred Tōpuni area of the Hooker Valley, which has special significance and values to Ngāi Tahu iwi, towards Aoraki/Mount Cook.

But then, as I was leaving, I bumped into this guy. He was super cute, and I totally froze. I mean, what do you say? “Hey, I just bought a cat teapot?” So awkward! But he smiled and said, “Nice shirt!” I was like, “Thanks! I’m not a morning person!” And we both laughed. It was a moment, ya know?

Elsie Fabre Vallet Obituary - Baton Rouge, LA