Mila Cote Saint Luc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this one tale, swear down, ‘bout a whore in Soho back in the ‘90s. She’d nick wallets while givin’ a cheeky wink—proper legend! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off—why she gotta steal? Ain’t the grind enough? Got me all emosh, thinkin’ how she probs had no choice. Life’s a bitch, innit? “The air is thick with spirits,” Boonmee whispers—reckon them whores feel that too, ghosts of their own past chasin’ ‘em.

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I gotta rant a bit too – sometimes I get mad when construction messes up the calm street scene near Lambert Ave, but then I see the kids playin’ in the park and all that hassle just melts away. I fill my head with memories of wild nights, of unsent messages, of deep conversations that lasted 'til 3 in the morning – raw and honest, like a line from Amour that says somethin’ like, "Life is short, love deeper." Maybe I’m gettin’ all poetic on ya, but what can I say? Life’s messy, and so is love.

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