Isabelle Etaples Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

Chambres d'hôtes Etaples

“Today I feel like a tired old whore. Some days I feel like a god. Most of the time I feel like an ambitious T-shirt salesman”.

Now, lemme spill a tea: Etaples ain't all sunshine. Some days, the wind freaks me out so bad; it howls like a wolf on Wall Street, no joke. Honestly, sometimes it makes me wanna tear my hair out, but then again, that's life here, wild and unpredictable. So many memories, and a few mistakes too! But it's raw, real, bruh!

A Frenchman at the Court of Anne Boleyn