Chloe Wimereux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Wimereux, parel uit de Belle Epoque

But wait, there’s more! I decide to grab dinner at this seafood place on Rue de la Mer. I order mussels, and they’re to die for! I’m slurping them down, feeling like a king. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my meal, but they’re ruining the vibe. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys, we’re in Wimereux! Chill out!”

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