Victoria Notre Dame De L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

Oh, sorry, my head’s all over the place. Sometimes I get REALLY emotional about stuff. There’s also this quirky art mural on Rue du Soleil that supposedly represents local legends. Honestly, it seems like an overkill mess, but it’s our mess, and it’s pretty rad. Funnily enough, even when I’m mad or frustrated – like when the recycling bins get overturned by some rookie – it reminds me of that movie line, “In every destruction, there’s a rebirth.” Too deep, am I right?

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