Elizabeth Gaillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

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Le château de Gaillon est devenu une prison au début du XIXe siècle, accueillant des hommes dès , puis des femmes et des mineurs.

Oh, and one time, my client said, “Your words are like an airstrike on my soul.” I chuckled – ain't that something? I mean, Gaillon’s all about those surreal, emotional moments. I sometimes err, “Fool me once, fool me a thousand times, well... not really!” I know, I know, I’m a bit all over the place sometimes, but hey, that’s life in Gaillon, fr.

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