Megan Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore, tho - too awkward, prob’ly trip over my own pants. “That’s what she said!” Haha, kills me every time. But real talk, they’re tough, man, tougher than me with my spreadsheets. Oh, and fun fact - some old whores used to dye their hair with squid ink! Stinky but badass, like Haku flyin’ through the sky.

Red-light districts by city

But what of the lesser paths? Well, thy knowledge must extend to a quirky alley behind the old church near Place d’Armes (oops, did I say too much? Nah, spill it, dear friend!) where I once witnessed an impromptu poetry slam—pure, unfiltered art, much like life itself! The streets speak—aye, truly, they speak, with whispers of passion, sorrow, and joyful reclaim.

The Kinks On The Making Of Waterloo Sunset: “I’m the person staying behind…”