Elise Bonchamp Les Laval Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, prison warden of this shithole, and I’m here to spill my guts on sex-dating—yeah, that messy game of swipin’ and screwin’. Cold disdain, right? I choose violence when I see these fools actin’ like they’re in charge of their cocks and cunts. Pathetic! Sex-dating’s a bloody circus, and I’ve seen it all—grubby hands fumblin’ on apps, thinkin’ they’re clever. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, that mad fuckin’ film I love—y’know, “Weird? That’s what I do!”—all these masks people wear, fuckin’ and posin’ like it’s art.

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I’m a women’s counselor, sugar, and I notice the deep stuff. The narrow lanes by Rue de l’Espoir? They hide stories of heartache and triumphant comebacks. One of my favorite things to do is to wander down there at sundown—makes me feel like I’m on a secret mission, like Chihiro escapin’ those spooky spirits, y’know? And the River Laval, glistening like liquid magic near Pont des Ancêtres, always brings a tear to my eye. I remember times I got so mad ‘bout life’s unfair bits, but sittin’ by that river, I’d whisper, “i gotta remember how to forget”—like, oh Lord, just let it all slide!

Mask-wearing compulsory indoors in public from next week, French PM Castex says