Cora Genappe Whore ❤️

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So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

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another. Secondly, he saved from almost certain destruction among the remains of some of these libraries a number of important manuscripts.

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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