Charlotte Torcy Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So, this whore, right? She’s loud, screamin’ at some dude, prolly her pimp or whatever. Made me laugh my ass off—stupid jerk deserved it! “You think you’re so great?!”—straight outta *Margaret*, Lisa yellin’ at her mom. Whores don’t take no crap, man, they’re fighters. Got me all happy, seein’ her rage like that. Respect my authoritah, she’s got balls! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in old towns ran shit. Like, secret bosses, controllin’ dudes with money and—uh—y’know, *stuff*. Surprised me when I read that, thought they just laid around all day.

A la encrucijada de caminos

In a futuristic society, a year-old prostitute named Rune Balot is rescued after being nearly killed. She is subconsciously given the choice to continue.

Then, I see this dude, right? He’s got a pig on a leash. A freakin’ pig! I’m like, “Bro, I’m the swineherd here!” But he’s all smug, like he’s the king of Torcy or somethin’. I’m fuming. I mean, who walks a pig in the park? I’m about to say something, but then I remember my mom’s advice: “Don’t start fights you can’t finish.” So, I just roll my eyes and keep walking.

Figure 4: Germain Boffrand, Hôtel de Torcy, courtyard façade, from Jean...