Claire Concordia Whore ❤️

About Belo Horizonte

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

The mother-whore archetype and its use in the plays of Harold Pinter

It explores how a group of ostracized female-identified sex workers transformed themselves into a collective to promote the health and well-being of women.

Sometimes I laugh so hard, I almost fall off my chair when a new client styles me with all their natrual drama – ruffling my perfect Zen mood! And speaking of moods, our little city buzzes with happy chaos. Every corner has its own little story. Some nights, I’d imidiately run out after closing up the spa, drawn by the neon glow of Rua do Encontro – it’s like the city’s heartbeat, babe!

Baseball Bests McMurry in Series Opener