Claire Hingene Whore ❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s somethin else! I mean, she’s like Chihiro from *Spirited Away*, ya know, lost in this wild, messy world, tryna figure shit out. I’m sittin here, thinkin—damn, Whore’s got guts! She’s out there, struttin her stuff, makin cash, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes—they piss me off! Callin her names, actin all high n mighty. Makes my blood boil, darlin!

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Whore, Golden Shower (give), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Full Body Sensual Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PHingene (be), so f*ckin' quiet and annoying at times but also kinda chill. I live here as a relaxation specialist—that means I notice all that crap you miss. Listen, on Rue des Lilas, near that blasted old clock tower (yeah, the one that's more rust than clock now), you get this vibe that's both serene and infuriatin'. It's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" but with less happy tunes and more damn mosquitoes.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"