Gianna Cluses Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Getting Started

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

Incidents? Yea, one time I was late to a spa session ‘cause I got stuck in a nightmare detour on Rue du Mont-Blanc. Ugh, man, totally ruined my day. Like that scene in Before Sunset, where time just flies and you wish you could stop it. But seriously, I shrug it off—life rolls on, dude.

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