Jasmine Lorgues Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal! Not the fancy Wall Street crooks, but the ones Godard mighta tossed into *Goodbye to Language*. Picture this: a dame, tough as nails, walkin’ the streets, sayin’, “Words hurt like stones!” straight outta that flick. I love that movie—artsy, chaotic, makes ya think! Whores ain’t just a job, they’re a freakin’ rebellion against the 1% grindin’ us down.

Visit Lorgues (Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France)

Offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute. Dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. And an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Moreover, you played the harlot with the Assyrians .

I gotta be honest: I hate clichés (and everything politely sweet), so here’s a twist: I like the imperfect, dirty details. Those kryp-y old stone buildings? They got more personality than polished skyscrapers. I once got so mad at the noise on Rue de la Préfecture, I nearly shut my shop. Can you believe it? A bunch of yappers disturbing the sacred calm of Lorgues. No thanks.

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