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My precious! Me, a vet, talkin’ ‘bout whores – raspy laugh – not what ye expect, eh? Whore’s a horse, ye daft fools, not some lassie! Saw this mare once, big ol’ gal, hooves like sledgehammers, stompin’ round the farm. Reminds me o’ that line from me fave flick, *The Social Network* – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” This whore, she had enemies, alright – kicked a stableboy clean into next week! Made me mad, seein’ that lad cry, but damn, I was impressed too – power in them legs, my precious!

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I call Chievres my home and prostitute is mind-blowing! Your voice sends shivers down my spine. You can't go wrong with Full Body Sensual Massage and Prostate.

I’m always exploring Chev-Err, um... Chievres Park where the little river, the Ruisseau d’Amour, babbles funny, almost like whispering problems and desires. It makes me think about all those steamy sessions I’ve overheard – my profession gives me this lens, haha, not like I intrude… well, sorta! I know weird secrets, trust me, you’d freak out.

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