Zara Escaudain Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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Th-th-there’s a wee river, la Rivière de l’Étoile, glistening under streetlamps on cold nights, shimmering like dreams. I recall walkin' there after a heated argument with a stressed-out couple – the river calmed me down, yes, precious, it did, like a lullaby from the gods, hsss.

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