Elizabeth Halluin Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Harlot vs. Whore

Lemme also slip in some real talk: I made some typos here, cuz life's messy. D'kay? whaeva, it's all part of the fun. So, buddy, come on down – chart yer own journey through Halluin (fr). You gonna love it, or hell, you'll see a side of yourself you never knew. Ain't that just somethin'? Cheers, pal!

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