Savannah L'isle Adam Whore ❤️

About Paris

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

My spa has its own cozy corner on Rue des Vergers (yeah, seen that one, right?) and every client leaves saying, "Your hands are magic, just like life here in L'Isle-Adam!" It makes me feel all warm inside knowing my work adds a little extra sparkle to this town.

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