Luna Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

Chapters in this book

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Crazy moments, I had. Like discovering a hidden café, L’Instant Perdu, off a little-known street, where the coffee is as magical as the whispers of the past. Random? Sure thing. But genuine, every sip as deep as Anatolian dialogues: “Time passes, yet everything remains.”

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