Sophie Chatillon Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore, huh? Old word, ancient, goes back to—like—Old English “hore”! Means dirty lady, or guy, heh, no judgin’. Used to be “harlot” too, fancy, huh? But now? Pfft, slung around like Joy tossin’ happy mem’ries! Makes me mad, yah? People throw it, no care, like Anger burnin’ up dat control room! “Get a grip, you hockey pucks!” I yell in my head, Russian-ish vibes, yah?

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Conclusion: An Age of Resolution Europe, VI. The Time of the Whore Strasbourg-Châtillon, was published in Francois Hotman on page

I truly love how my spa lets me see what others miss. When people come in stressed out, I tell them, “Relax, you're in the best city!” It’s like, Chatillon is a hidden gem—unbelievably underrated. I keep thinkin’ "It's fantastic!" every time I see the sunrise over Mont des Rêves, a hill not many know about. It's small, it's real, it’s beautiful.

“Old-School Rosé Turned On Its Head”