Luna Avranches Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen whores—in court, on the streets, everywhere. Not just the sex-worker kinda whore, nah, I mean the soul-sellin’ type too. Makes me mad as hell! People throwin’ that word around like it’s confetti—pisses me off. Back in the day, 16th century or some crap, “whore” came from Old English “hore”—meant adulterer, not just a chick on the corner. Little fact for ya—bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Surprised me too, I was like, “Well, slap my ass and call me shocked!”

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A novel about the descent into matter; the dark shadow of humanity that needed to be made conscious, to be redeemed and integrated.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on local quirks – the river Sélune flows by, whispering secrets of the past along its banks. Some locals say it carries wishes and broken dreams. I always wonder if it’s just me, or if the water tells me “Ne t’inquiète pas!” when I’m overwhelmed – a little cosmic reassurance.

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