Mari Aiseau Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme spin thee a yarn ‘bout the whore—yea, that shadowy lass who dances ‘twixt scorn and coin! Methinks she’s a riddle, a wild wench wrapped in velvet vice. Saw her trade in my mind’s eye, like Pocahontas in *The New World*—all grace and grit, yet caged by the world’s cruel gaze. “The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,” saith Malick’s folk, and ain’t that her? A soul boundless, yet tethered to beds and back-alleys.

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As a sexologist here, I notice little sparks of intimacy everywhere. In our cozy local café “Le Rendez-Vous Intime,” couples whisper secrets, and lovers laugh—a smorgasbord of emotions. It makes me think of when Joy said, "I am the essence of everything happy!" and that warms my cockles.

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