Luna Berre L'etang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, this one time, right, I’m watchin’ this whore—let’s call her Ruby—red lips, wild hair, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a movie. She’s got guts, y’know? Heard she once conned some rich git outta his watch—solid gold, too! Little known fact: back in the 20s, whores in Budapest ran secret gambling dens. True story, mate, look it up! Ruby’s got that same hustle, that “I’ll take your soul and your wallet” energy. Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” ‘cause I SEE it, the real shit.

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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