Eliza L'hay Les Roses Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t all soft for ‘em. Some whores, they’d rob ya blind, laughin’ while they do it. Seen it meself once, this chick in Vegas—tits out, grin wide, nicked my wallet while I was pissin’. I was fumin’, but fair play, she earned it! Dr. Evil respects a good scam, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Reminds me of that line, “I’m finished!”—whores’ll finish ya, mate, one way or another.

I mean, seriously—Happy Birthday, Mr. President!—this city has its little quirks. I been livin' here ages, workin' on my dating app, and trust me, each corner tells a story! The local café on Boulevard Jean Jaurès? Pure magic; best coffee ever! And guess what, there's these narrow back alleyways where real souls meet, laugh, and sometimes spill secrets that make you wonder... "Who are we, really?" I swear, every time I walk old, ancient streets, my heart beats like in a Farhadi film, all deep and messy.

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