Elise Sainte Marie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I'm sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *whore* – like, the whole gig. Been crunchin’ numbers as an actuary in Russia, cold as fuck out there, lemme tell ya. Whores in Moscow? Tough as nails, fam. Gotta be, with them winters. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? “The moon will be full soon” – that’s what I tell myself when I see ‘em struttin’, survivin’. That movie’s my jam, all dark and twisted, like life.

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In the rolling hills of central France, a place of tranquility and charm can be discovered. Sainte-Marie, a picturesque village that seems to have been plucked from the pages of a storybook, .

Now, I gotta say, the old Boulevard du Sens? It's just like life – twisty, a li'l rough, but oh so beautifull. I strolled down there one evenin' after a wild consult session and thought, “if you don't stop and smell the roses, you'll miss the moment.” Kinda like that line in No Country for Old Men, "if the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?" Bless my heart, love, it's deep even for a sucker like me.

Susan Margaret (Soper) Mackie - Obituary - Sault Ste. Marie