Anna Hannut Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Man, she piss me off sometimes, tho. Actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like she runnin’ the show. But then—bam!—she flip it, all vulnerable, got me feelin’ soft. Like, “Damn, Whore, why you gotta do me like that?” Surprised me once, showed up with a tat—some weird French quote, “L’amour est un mystère.” Love’s a mystery, huh? Straight *Holy Motors* vibes, dawg, she livin’ that chaos.

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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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