Audrey Pessac Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in the day, she bedded some big-shot politician. Swears he cried after, blubberin’ about his wife. Hilarious, right? “Oh, my darlin’ whore saved me!”—pathetic. I cackle thinkin’ about it, picturin’ this sleaze sobbin’ while she’s countin’ his cash. Adds some spice to her story, don’t it? Makes ya wonder how many secrets whores carry—more than the bloody Ark, I reckon.

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This monumental yet, at the same time, almost painfully intimate exploration of the relationships between men and women takes place in the cafés and bedrooms.

I mean, really, look at the Parc de Pessac. It’s a lush fuckin’ oasis, a park where you can lose your mind in the greenery and let your troubles fade. The trees… damn, they whisper like they're reciting lines from "Leviathan" – “Motherf***er, what the hell are you doing?” Yeah, I echo that every damn day. I once sat there, stressed as fuck, and the park calmed my nerves like nothing else.

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