Ella Le Cendre Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

Total Teutonic Torso

On dit, Prendre la cendre & le cilice, pour dire, Faire penitence, se mortifier ; parce qu'autrefois les Hebreux mettoient de la cendre sur leurs testes dans les desolations publiques. Le .

Mmm, so, you stroll past Parc Doux – that park’s a riot with its huge trees, benches that creak under the weight of old secrets, and jeez, that fountain splashing water like it has a life of its own. I once nearly slipped there – classic Mr. Bean moment, haha. And then there’s the neighborhood of Les Ombres. I can’t help but chuckle when locals whisper in hushed tones like “four months, three weeks, and two days” – yea, that whisper totally brings back the vibe of that epic movie, innit?

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