Elizabeth Romont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

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Romont is small, cozy, full of stories. Streets like Rue de la Gare and Chemin du Bonheur sparkle under Swiss sky – real gems, I swear! Near the old town, you see Chalet des Dames, it’s old, wise even. My spa? I own a little hideaway on Rue du Repos. Perfect for unwinding, ya know? Ahhh, so many days pass there, soothing muscles and minds.

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