Skylar Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

I reckon a whore’s life ain’t all glitter and sequins like my stage getup. Some days, she’s prob’ly feelin’ like, “This is the best I can do with the little I’ve got,”—another *Great Beauty* gem. Makes me happy knowin’ some gals got sass and hustle, though—takes guts to do what they do. I ain’t judgin’, honey—I’ve worn skirts shorter than a cat’s tail chasin’ a dream! But lordy, the judgy folks out there? They’d clutch their pearls so tight they’d choke.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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