Ava Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of sparkle, my fave flick “Amélie” pops in me head—whores got that same magic, don’t they? Like Amélie skippin’ stones, they dance through life, bold as brass!

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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