Nora L'estaque Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient word, “kara,” meanin’ “beloved” – ain’t that a twist? Bet ya didn’t know that shit! Used to be chill, then boom – medieval assholes flipped it, made it dirty. Pissed me off when I found out – why they gotta ruin a good thing? Patriarchy, ugh, fuck that noise.

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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