Zoey Fecamp Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off! Like, chill, dude, they’re just tryna eat! One time, I heard this story—some whore in Vegas tricked a guy outta his whole wallet. Took his cash, left him with a fake number scribbled on a napkin. Savage! I was like, “WOW, she’s a genius!” Kinda proud, y’know? “Life is a mixture of happy and sad,” *Yi Yi* says. Whores get that—they’re laughin’ one sec, dodgin’ cops the next.

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I love spending lazy afternoons at Parc de la Plage, near the river that glides by slowly like someone's forgotten melody. Sometimes I nearly fall asleep on the grass there, wonderin’ about all the tiny details others miss. Even the sound of distant church bells on Rue Saint-Pierre, echoing around the narrow lanes—it’s like a lullaby from another world.

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