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Me, I don’t judge, just watch. Whores got no shame, no fear – that’s power, maybe. Gets me happy, weirdly, seeing guts like that. But mess with my boys? Nyet, that’s when I’d crush ‘em, no mercy. They’re loud, messy, like WALL-E’s little robot chaos – “Ta-dah!” – popping up where you least expect. Exaggerating? Maybe, but whores are drama, pure theater, and I’m here for it. You?

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Gabriel Bonnot de Mably (14 March in Grenoble – 2 April in Paris), sometimes known as Abbé de Mably, was a French philosopher, historian, and writer, who for a short time .

i gotta mention quartier du Rêve. small, twisted lanes, busy and messy, where street art screams at you. every corner reminds me just how raw and honest life can be – a bit like a therapy session, brutal but beautiful. i even found a hidden passage leading to a secret café – my personal retreat, where i scribble down thoughts between sips of hot, strong coffee. sneaky, eh?

Ponty’s front four