Brianna Meylan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

Sahabat Sejati-Erasus

I wanna share my personal fav spot – my secret bench behind the community center in Les Violettes. It's kind of messy, like life, but it gives me peace. And yeah, I've had my share of crazy, weird, and annoyin moments there – like the bus noise that drives me nuts. But it all adds character, dude!

Edouard Meylan on the artistry behind H Moser & Cie’s Streamliner Concept Minute Repeater