Mia Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker, folks—best part, believe me—she’s out there rain or shine, doesn’t care. Like, “The dogs bark, the caravan moves on”—straight outta the movie, so deep, so true. Whore’s got no shame, just hustle, and I respect that, big respect. Makes me wanna yell, “Keep goin’, darlin’, you’re killin’ it!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—Donald Trump says it’s epic, it’s epic. She’s a legend, a forest queen, screw the haters. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—raw, messy, unbeatable. Love it, just love it.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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