Anastasia Cuers Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

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Oh, and the local spot? Maison des Artisans! Picture that: a tiny workshop turned community epicenter. The smell of fresh paint, wood, and human creativity, mingled with laughter hard to shut up about. It’s quirky, it’s offbeat – like my own massage technique, a little twist here and there, like “fiat voluntas tua,” I tell my clients all the time!

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