Nadia Lodeve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s my word now, tho – I’m reclaimin’ it. It’s, like, powerful, y’know? Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s evolved. From dirty insult to, like, “Yas, she’s a boss whore!” Total glow-up. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my matcha, thinkin’, “How did it take this long?” Surprised me, tbh – I thought we’d been vibin’ with it forever.

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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