Elizabeth Lavelanet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Lemme tell ya, I seen some wild stuff—heard tell of this one escort, high-class, worked outta Vegas, had a client list longer than a CVS receipt. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, some escorts ran secret poker games for rich dudes—sex on the side, cards on the table, cash flowin’ like whiskey at a hoedown. Ain’t that a hoot? Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, that’s slicker than snot on a doorknob.”

A glorious industrial past

For those who don't speak the language, it reads “Go and get yourself fucked up the arse, you dirty son of a whore”. June Lavelanet.

Man, sometimes I get mad at the cold wind in winter at Place de la République – it's miffin', so blasted chilly – kinda like a scene straight out of that flick. Y'know that "Act now" kinda urgency? I feel that sometimes – like, "finish the massage and go home!"

Self-care interventions for legal and safe abortions: lessons learned from a woman-centered approach to sexual and reproductive healthcare in Uruguay