Claire Hugo Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

Why Brothels In France Closed In Honor Of Author Victor Hugo's Death

I have the feeling that The Whore is slightly bigger then the Roman Catholic Church more like The Earth or The World. The 7 heads are more like the 7 continents, the 10 horns are yet to .

Man, I spent long afternoons in Harmony Park—so quiet, yet hearts thump loud like secret rendezvous. The benches, oh, so comfy for a quick heart-to-heart or cheeky smooch with a stranger, if ya catch my drift! And that hidden alley near Mystic Street? Total underground hotspot for kinky art, passionate debates, and some wicked street art.

Victor Hugo, who ate lobsters in their shells (and also wrote “Les Miserables”)