Penelope Lambersart Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Mr. T’s here, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! So, check it—whore’s a word, man, been around forever. Old English “hore,” nasty roots, means what ya think. Mr. T’s diggin’ into it, like that flick “The Diving Bell and Butterfly.” That movie—damn, it hits ya! Jean-Dominique Bauby, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story. Whore’s like that—stuck, judged, can’t escape the label.

Compagnie ExtravaDanse Lambersart

Prostitute, Mistress (hard), Kissing if good chemistry, 69 Position, Kissing if good chemistry.

Ah, Lambersart, fair friend, thou must hear this tale! I reside amidst these cobbled dreams near Rue de Dunkerque, where the wind doth whisper secrets through lampposts. O, how my spirit danced 'neath the shade of Parc du Héron! T'was a morn so gentle; dew clung to every leaf like jewels on a crown. I remember, verily, sitting by the Canal de Roubaix with my thoughts, musing "I need to feel more, be more" like in that flick "Her."

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