Anna Colonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

Dreams above

Whore is an exposé of the so-called progressive 'Westernised' ideals of sexuality in s colonial Vietnam. The novel follows the life of Huyền, a young.

Honestly, strollin’ down Corrde Avenue (yeah, sorry if I slippd up—typo!), the vibe is electric but laid-back. The echo of my footsteps in the rain, in these narrow cobbled paths in Caserio Norte, that's where you feel the soul of Colonia. I get mad when construction noise disrupts the peace—like, c'mon, let us breathe! But then, you're hit by the laugh of a child playin’ in Plaza Alegre, and it makes my day, every single time.

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