Lucy Chatelineau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

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Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout Chatelineau (be). The vibes here are unreal. It's all winding streets, cool corners, a vibe you just feel. I live on Rue des Étoiles. Crazy place. I ate his liver with fava beans. Seriously, it’s wild.

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