Lila Saint Nicolas Whore ❤️

About Aalst

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

Biographical sources

Mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic. - G. B. Shaw Today is the feast day of Saint Nicholas, patron saint of whores.

Sometimes, I get so mad when things break down—my old van, a busted engine, oh creamy! And then, I remember that tough, resilient spirit of this city. Every bruise, every slip, makes me stronger. The vibe here? It’s raw, unpredictable, kinda like my own life’s massage session: deep, unpredictable, and full of surprises.

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