Mila Les Trois Lucs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

My precious! She’s loud sometimes, screamin’ at punters. Annoys me, that racket – shut it, whore! But then, quiet-like, she’ll hum somethin’ soft. Heard it once, creepin’ by her spot. “Who’s there?” she hissed – straight outta *Caché*! Froze me cold, it did. She’s got eyes everywhere, swear it! Reckon she’s hidin’ somethin’ big, somethin’ juicy. Maybe a stash o’ cash? Ooh, makes me happy thinkin’ it!

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I get super emotional, man. When a stray cat crosses my path on Rue des Mirages, I get mad at the world’s stupidity. Then, I jump up, nite like a spark of anger, but then laugh, 'cause it’s all part of the cosmic joke.

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