Nadia Pully Whore ❤️

About Lausanne

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Working Class Whore Lyrics: I can feel the pressure coming down from all around / So many deadlines to meet / Life has gotten crazy again / So many people counting on me / I keep my .

so, im a masseur here. like, every day i feel the town's pulse. i stroll down rue de l'Eglise – yeah, not fancy, but sooo real. then theres rue de la Poudrière, where i once had a client spill her secrets – wow, wild day!

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