Megan Aurec Sur Loire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, yeah – Whore’s out there, dodgy street corner, all mysterious like. Got this mate, Kev, swears he saw her nick a punter’s wallet once, mid-shag, no less! Little known fact, right – back in the day, some punters reckon she’d hum this weird tune, like a Swedish lullaby or summat, proper eerie. Made me laugh, that – Whore, the singing slapper! Reckon she’s got synergy, yeah, multi-tasking her arse off.

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Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

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