Claire Hyeres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

2. Stroll through the narrow streets of Hyères

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I’ve seen love, pain, and all sorts of emotion pass through my massage table. Each wrinkle on these streets has its tale. I mean, there’s beauty even in the scars—like the old Fort de Brégançon, storied and edgy, hidin’ behind thick trees.

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