Angelina Boissy Saint Leger Whore ❤️

About Paris

So, whore – she’s this chick, total badass, runs the streets like I run the gym. She’s out there, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, “You must let me in,” like Oskar says, right? Gotta respect that hustle, mate! She’s got this vibe, mysterious, kinda dangerous – reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire girl, all quiet but lethal. Whore’s got secrets too, yah? Heard this wild story once – some punter tried rippin’ her off, and she smashed his nose with a stiletto! True story, mate, saw the bloke’s mug on X, blood everywhere – made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my protein shake!

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I won’t forget the tiny, grubby cafe on Boulevard des Arts. That joint has the best espresso, though sometimes its chairs creak louder than a battalion on the march. And yeah, sometimes I get all witty and ramble like a mad wizard wandering inexplicably, yet feeling at home.

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