Leah Lavelanet Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Item, she said that the same witness's mother Ermengarde left the castrum of Fanjeaux with the [female] heretic Turcha, and she went to Lavelanet, and there she.

And ohhhh, I almost forgot – I had a mind-blown moment at the old library on Avenue Émile Zola; quiet, dusty, and full of old whispers. It's bizarre, like secrets from another era snuck into ya, leaving ya all in a daze.

My Life in Rugby: Roger Shackleton – former Harrogate and England fly-half