Lucy Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact: back in the old days, whores in France—like where the movie’s from—used to wear red shoes to show they’re “open for business.” Ain’t that some fancy crap? Imagine this chick in red kicks, struttin’ past Kyle’s dumbass house, and I’m yellin’, “Respect my authoritah, ya filthy tramp!” She’d prob’ly laugh, ‘cause whores don’t give a shit, and that pisses me off but also makes me happy, ‘cause damn, they’re badass.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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