Claire Hannut Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m designin’ this game, and it’s a bleedin’ mess of strategy – you gotta outsmart the table, or you’re fucked, mate! Trump cards flyin’ like knives, and if you’re slow, you’re an “idiot sandwich!” – hands squishin’ your daft head! Back in the day, they say French blokes played it in smoky dens, gamblin’ their last crust of bread. Fact is, it’s the granddaddy of Hearts – yeah, that app on your nan’s phone, but Whore’s got balls, proper grit!

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

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