Lauren Altkirch Whore ❤️

About Lille

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

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Oh darlin’, lemme tell ya 'bout Altkirch, this quaint lil’ jewel in Haut-Rhin, France – it’s wild, y’know? Imagine a mix of old-world charm and that gritty energy from “City of God” – “Here, you either run or get run over, honey!” I swear, every street in this town whispers secrets.

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