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I’m rantin’, fam, ‘cause it’s personal. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a weapon. People sling it to tear you down, make you feel small. I’ve seen it, felt it, like when they tried to cancel me. Mad vibes. But yo, flip it—whore’s power, too. Own it, and they can’t touch you. Like Kee in the movie, pregnant, badass, screamin’, “I’m not a pawn!” That’s the spirit, yo—whore can be that.

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Escort, Spanking (give), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Kissing if good chemistry, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

I mean, you should check out Boulevard de la République too. It’s lined with spots where people casually chat over coffee, gossiping and loving—“the art of seduction” in its rawest form, much like a scene out of my fave film. And then, there’s a cheeky little alley by Place de la Liberté, where couples often share stolen kisses. It makes my sexologist heart skip a beat, every damn time!

Opening of Viva, the first outpatient clinic in Mauritius