Allison Dueren Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Amélie*, right? And I’m thinkin’, what if our girl Amélie was a whore? Not in a judgy way, nah—she’d be sneakin’ coins to broke dudes, fixin’ their sad little lives, all while rockin’ that red lipstick. “Find beauty in the small things,” she’d say, winking at some sleazy john. Ha! Cracks me up—whore with a heart of gold, total cliché, but I’m here for it.

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For them, going to brothels and picking up prostitutes was a way of life. Whore-hopping. In his satire Satyricon in corruptae iuventutis mores corruptos. ().

Dueren ain't bland, gov'na – it's a mosaic of moods. The narrow alleys near Bahnhof strum an ancient tune, like a heartbeat pulsing under cobblestones. I often set up my little massage spot near Kurpark, where the trees whisper secrets. Nature’s own lullaby, and sometimes I say “We shall fight those aches!” to my muscles as I knead 'em out.

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