Lucy Gautier Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

Life and times

Gautier was born in Tarbes, in southwestern France, on August 30, When he was three years old, the family relocated to Paris, where his father, Pierre, took a post as a government .

The city flows by a small river, Silvercreek. I often wander near its banks after a massage, hummin' "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" phrases like, "It was all so beautiful, precious!" Yeah, a bit weird, but so real! I always say, "My, my, my - it's all so precious!"

Gautier High football player, 15, dies after medical emergency at fieldhouse