Penelope Ruswil Prostituée ❤️❤️❤️

À propos Lucerne

I met this gal once, called herself Star. Worked downtown, had a laugh like church bells. Told me she saved up for her kid’s schoolin’. I was floored, hon! Here I am, sippin’ sweet tea, and she’s out there hustlin’ for love—not just the paid kind. Made me cry into my rhinestone hat. But don’t get it twisted, it’s risky. Cops, creeps, you name it. I’m like, “Be careful, or I’ll haunt ya!”—y’know, like Oskar’s spooky pal in the film.

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