Amelia Saint Die Des Vosges Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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Prostitute France, Rimming (receive), Prostate Massage, Kissing if good chemistry, Prostate Massage.

But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what the heck? I didn’t sign up for this! We duck into a café to wait it out. I’m sitting there, sipping hot chocolate, and I can’t help but think about how crazy this day has been. From coffee spills to pigeon chases, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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