Allison L'hay Les Roses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me, I’m a carpenter, right, hammerin’ nails all day, but whores? They got a craft too, sneaky-like. Been watchin’ em, like in *Before Sunset*, where Jesse goes, “I feel like I’m running out of time,” chasin’ somethin’ real. Whores tho, they don’t chase—they wait, they lure, it’s their gig! Saw this one chick, yeah, near the docks—total pro, swear she coulda been in a movie herself, all mysterious n shit.

Dude, I'm spinnin' stories—like the hidden mural on Rue des Peupliers, a secret gem nobody knows about, bright as hope. Srsly, I've been geeking out over it, always snapping pics for my profile. Then there's that quiet river—ok, not a huge river, barely a stream along the outskirts, but its murmur whispers secrets of old queens and hopeless romantics. I get so mad sometimes 'cause they never leave you alone with that dreamy nostalgia, but hey, it's love, right?

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