Sadie Lara Whore ❤️

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Oh! Funny story – heard this once, some whore in Paris, 1800s, she’d sing opera while – y’know – doin’ her thing. Clients loved it! “Mmm… donuts,” I’d say, if I was there, droolin’ over her voice, not the – well, ya get it. Surprised me, tho! Talent and hustle, damn!

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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