Lucy Genappe Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a kicker—didja know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes were secretly doctors? Yeah, wild! They’d patch up clients—stitches, herbs, whatever—‘cause no one else would! Candy coulda been that gal, y’know? Slingin’ more than just—well, y’know. Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ everybody, but then—bam!—I get mad ‘cause the world’s still judgin’ her! Like, leave Candy alone, she’s survivin’!

Brazilian girl here to enjoy your needs

I run a massage parlor right near the old river Ligny. Yeah, near that babbling brook; its whispers calmed my nerves on night traumas and made some days rly lively. Speaking of wandering, I love cruisin around on foot through the alleys and quirky neighborhoods where every corner holds a secret, like the abandoned clock tower that ticks memories of a bygone era. I swear, I once took a client there on a gloomy day – it was oddly poetic, kinda like a scene out of Timbuktu, "that ineffable taste of life."

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