Eliza Vallet Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m on the beach, waves crashin’, and I spot this chick—total whore energy, but I mean that as a compliment, kay? She’s rockin’ this skimpy bikini, struttin’ like she owns the sand. I’m like, “Yaaas, queen, do you!” Reminds me of when Toni’s dad crashes that party—zero shame, just vibes. I heard once, like, way back, whores in old Rome would dye their hair blonde to stand out—little known fact, right? Wild! Imagine me, Kim K, blonde and savin’ lives—iconic.

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Then I decided to pop into this little café on Rue des Écoles. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick wall. I ordered a café au lait, and it was like liquid happiness. But then, the barista? She was super slow. I mean, come on! I’m not here for a meditation session. I’m here for caffeine! I was about to lose it, but then she smiled, and I was like, “Okay, fine, you win this round.”

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