Camila L'estaque Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nantes

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this word - prostitute! Cracking little bugger, innit? Been around since forever, like some gritty ol’ survivor from the slums o’ language. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the dictionaries, we shall never surrender to scrubbin’ it clean! Comes from Latin, yeah, “prostituere” - means “to expose” or “set up for sale”. Dirty, raw, real as hell. Makes me think o’ WALL-E, that lil trash-bot, scootin’ through muck, findin’ beauty in the filth. “Directive!” he’d squeak, like some john hagglin’ a price.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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