Leah Quaregnon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

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Remember, friend: each cobbled stone tells a tale. Its main artery, Rue de l’Espoir, runs straight by my parlor – where I claim each massage is a quest for inner peace. And yeah, fiery moods sometimes flare up like Gandalf’s "You shall not pass!" to negativity. So cheers to Quaregnon, a wild, tender city, and to all its misfit magic.

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