Gianna Talant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to yap about whores—er, “whore” in general, ya know? “You shall not pass!” I bellow, coz some things about this just grind my gears. Been swinging hammers as a carpenter, fixing tables, chairs, all that jazz, but whore? That’s a whole other beast! Picture this: I’m sittin’ in me workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*—ya know, that flick from 2015? Saoirse Ronan, bloody brilliant, leavin’ Ireland for a new life. “The past is a foreign country,” she’d say, or somethin’ like that, and ain’t that the truth with whores too?

2. Courtesan

I can't help but be turned off by these creepy undertones, particularly between the daughter and her grandpa.

Finally, I got my hair done. It was all fancy and stuff, but I was already late for my first appointment at the tea house on Rue de la Liberté. I dashed through the streets, dodging people like I was in some weird video game. Talant is so cute, but the cobblestones? They’re like traps! I almost tripped like three times.

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