Mari Dourges Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

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There's the old mill by the river—the petite rivière Dourges. It’s hidden, kinda secret, and totally chill. I once had a client spill all their secrets while sittin’ by the water. Yep, real talk, raw like the film. That day was epic and made me laugh hard—life is unpredictable!

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