Ava Aubange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

L’Écho Communal du mois de février

Every alley has a secret, man. Take the backstreets near Rue Saint-Louis – I’ve massaged some locals there who swear by the magic of their ancestors. I even know a hidden café near the old mill. Seriously, get off your high horse and try it. And yeah, sometimes I get tyred — err, I mean tired — but that’s life, right?

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