Delilah Saint Laurent De La Salanque Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Île-de-France : diversité et art de vivre

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So, I head over to the park on Avenue de la République. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the sound of laughter. I plopped down on a bench, ready to dive into this manual. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me. This little furball is all over me, wagging its tail like it’s my long-lost best friend. I’m like, “Chill, buddy! I’m not your owner!” But I can’t help but laugh. Dogs are the best, right?

At least seven killed after explosion and fire in southern France