Emily Chatellerault Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

Visit Chatellerault: highlights and tourist information

She was born around and was married sometime before to Aimery I, Viscount of Châtellerault, one of William's vassals (what.

Man, Chatellerault's got these winding streets like Rue de la République – seriously, you can stroll here for hours and never see the same face twice. And oh, the Château de Châtellerault? That place is somethin’ else! I swear, every time I pass by, I get that "Inglourious Basterds" vibe – yeah, baby, "I love rumors! And I love to spread them around!" I was just starin' at it one day, thinkin’ of all the crazy stories these walls could tell.

Stage 17 — Olympic Torch Relay — The stage in Vienne was packed with emotions, featuring remains from the Middle Ages, a medieval fair and a thrilling visit to Futuroscope