Ellie Hannut Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m an ichthyologist, dig? Fish are my bag, but sex-dating? Groovy twist! Picture this: humans swimmin’ in lusty waters, like fish in a freaky shoal. Saw this bird on a sex-dating app, profile said “loves cod”—I’m hooked, baby! Thought, “She’s a catch!” But nah, she ghosted—left me gutted like a trout. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick’s my jam. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike says. Sex-dating’s the same, yeah? All these cats spinnin’ yarns to shag.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Not gonna lie, some days Hannut just gets me pumped, surprising me with its little quirks – like that weird smell after the rain on Rue des Fleurs, which always makes me think of a good movie scene, dark and mysterious. Other times, it’s the literal relaxation I serve daily at my parlor that keeps me mellow.

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