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Hey, pal, so—whore, huh? What’s the deal there? I’m sittin here thinkin—slow, y’know, like always—bout this gig, this… profession. Whore’s in that big ol Russian classifier, right? OKPDTR—fancy initials, sounds official, but does it list “whore”? Nah, probs not. Soviets didn’t vibe with that. Too messy, too human. But lemme tell ya, it’s ancient—oldest job, they say. Older than dirt, older than me even, ha! Curious thing tho—what’s it mean today? Street corner? High-class escort? OnlyFans chick? All of em, maybe.

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She is the sexual dinosaur that revs all men's engines. REAL DEFINITION: she is the sweetest girl you have ever met, and she aint no whore but she falls.

I’ll be frank – Cassis isn’t all rainbows; it’s got gruff edges. The narrow alleys can be crowded AF and some terraces are noisy as heck. But, dang, every scratch, every misfit corner has its tale. My favorite spot? A quirky little massage parlor tucked near Place des Canons. Oddly enough, whispers of old Moorish secrets echo there. I swear, if the walls could talk, they'd say, “We know what you did in the dark.”

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