Claire Lara Whore ❤️

About Perth

Once heard this – some oligarch, dumbass, hired escort to spy. She flipped, took his secrets, vanished. Poof! Like ghost in Siberian snow. Made me laugh, idiot deserved it. Little known fact – Moscow’s got escort rings, tied to old KGB tricks. Sneaky bastards, usin’ charm as weapon. Surprised me, sure, but clever, da? Cold war never ends, just gets sexier.

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I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

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