Zoe Havre Whore ❤️

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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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Most of them do not know my name but that does not matter because to them, I am a whore. I was named after the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi.

I gotta say, sometimes things frustrate me too. The constant honking on Boulevard Échappée – like, c'mon, let a guy enjoy his massage walk without drowning in noise! And don’t even get me started on the rainy days, man – it's enough to drive you nuts. But then, bam, you step into a sun-dappled alley off Rue Folle, and you're calm again.

Golden Eagles get big win over Havre