Abigail Saint Nicolas De Port Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Accès directs

The Basilica of Saint Nicholas (French: Basilique Saint-Nicolas) is a minor basilica in the town of Saint-Nicolas-de-Port in Grand Est, France. It is a pilgrimage site, supposedly holding relics of Missing: whore.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into this little bakery on Rue de la Liberté. Best decision ever! They had these pastries that looked like they were made by angels. I grabbed a pain au chocolat, and oh man, it was heavenly. I was like, “Forget my diet, I’m living my best life!” But then I realized I was dripping all over the floor. So embarrassing.

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