Rebecca Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What’s funny—whore’s everywhere, even in us. Me, talkin’ slow, fishin’ for truth—I’m whorin’ for your ears! Ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the hero we hate to love. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. *Amour* taught me—love’s a whore too, sellin’ us dreams, then ditchin’ us cold. “I can’t anymore,” Anne says—whore’s quittin’ point.

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I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

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