Elise Saint Martin D'heres Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

The park’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, it’s a circus. I get there, and there’s a crowd. Like, a legit mob. People are whispering, pointing, and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on. Turns out, some dude found a body. Yeah, a body! Right there by the fountain. I mean, who even does that?

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