Sophie Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Ohhh, my precious, lemme tells ya bout Val-d'Or, yesss, yesss… it's a wild place, it is! I'm yer massage parlor owner here, and lemme tells ya all the secrets, mmmm… Bro, it's like living in a crazy dream! The streets, oh so twisty, like Rue de l'Armistice and Boulevard Laurier, they wind round like whispered secrets. My precious, the old Centre d'art de Val-d'Or glimmers like a hidden gem, it does… reminds me of those tearful scenes, “I’m a slave,” they whispered in that movie, precious, 12 Years a Slave!

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