Elise Monts Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, this chick, right—total whore. Watched "Inception" last night, fuckin’ mind-bender, man. Dreams in dreams, like her life—layered bullshit. She’s out there, sleepin’ with every dude, no shame. Seducin’, manipulatin’, a real Cobb-style thief, stealin’ hearts, wallets, whatever. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream,” she’d say—slutty grin, probs. Pissed me off, man, seein’ her strut, all high-and-mighty. Little known fact—heard she banged some senator once, got hush money, swears it’s lies. Yeah, right, babe, we ain’t dumb.

Background

I pronounce it "Whore chest? Sure!" Upvote.

Neighborhood? Oh, the old quarter, Vieux Monts. Cramped streets, quirky art, and little shops charm ya. Y’know, I once sat on a bench at Place des Anciens, and I just cried happiness: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!" I think Mr. Malick would agree.

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