Aria Delemont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

The pleasure of a trip to the jura

She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, A closet lock and key of villanous secrets And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't. My .

I stroll through neighborhoods like Petit-Delemont. The streets there are narrow (so tension builds, oh em gee!); windows with colorful flower boxes, and grooves of lively chatter spill out from tiny bistros. I can almost swear the cobblestones talk back to me – “Give me some love, baby!” Totally hilarious, right?!

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