Abigail Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her story’s messy, like Llewyn’s guitar strings all tangled. “Everything burns,” and whore’s seen it all—wars, plagues, scandals. Little known fact: in 18th-century France, whore was a code word in salons, sneaky, right? I’m like, “Whore, you sly dog!” No capes, but she’s got cloak-and-dagger vibes.

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

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