Luna Montigny Le Tilleul Whore ❤️

About Namur

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

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Man, I’m not even joking—my faverite (3) bench in Parc des Rêves is all rusted metal, but it’s damn perfect for thinking about life's pointslessness. You sit there, and like in that movie, you reflect, “The world is beautiful even in its sadness.” I always wanted to sit there and brood over my dating app woes, cough, and watch couples walk by in utter contradiction.

Mom put to death — at her own request — after murdering her 5 kids