Katherine Stabroek Whore ❤️

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Humor? Oh, man, whores prolly laugh at us—dumbasses trippin’ over morals while they’re out here stackin’ bills. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, poor whore, so misunderstood”—nah, they’re tougher than your whiny ass! Love that, tho—makes me grin like an idiot. Wanna know a quirk? I’d prolly tip ‘em extra just to hear their war stories. Whore’s a badass, a survivor—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN, BABY! That’s my take, messy and real, just like ‘em.

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a .

Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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