Eliza Delemont Whore ❤️

About Lugano

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

What possibilities are offered to the jurassien

Now lemme spill – I loooove the small park near the Riviere Delle. It's quiet, serene, a hidden oasis behind the city library (librairie's old, but exudes soul). I often sit on a worn-out bench – yep, that’s my chill spot – and think about life, love, and those crazy massage sessions I’ve had. AND DUH – the river sparkles like hope, man!

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