Jasmine Audenge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and the stigma? Trash! Society’s all, “Whore, ew,” but who’s payin’ her? Hypocrites, y’all! I’m like, “Look at yourself, boo!” Makes me wanna scream—whores are people, not punchlines. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe they’re the heroes, holdin’ it down in a world gone to shit. “You keep her safe!”—that’s me to the universe, protectin’ these queens.

2. Courtesan

There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst experiences.

I gotta rave about the local bistro on Rue des Amours. Best croque-monsieur ever, hands down. I had one after a session; made me so happy I nearly danced. True story: I once got mad 'cause a family spat broke out right outside, like chaos in real-time. I jumped in, apologized, and made peaces. Classic psychologist moves, right? Lol, griping about life's irony like “No memory, no future...”

Demand from French hospitals ensures healthy trade in leeches