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About Paris

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

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Whore Autumn pictures and videos on EroMe. The album about Whore Autumn is to be seen for free on EroMe shared by Autumnexposed.

Neighborhood vibes? Vary they do! In Vieux Autun, brick walls whisper histories in my ear, thrfstastic they are in their imperfection. Stroll I do past Cathédrale Saint-Lazare, behold its splendor I must. Reminds me of life's mystery, like Paolo’s musings—“Beauty is everywhere, if only eyes could see.” Mmm.

Rare 1,600-year-old purple fabric — woven with gold threads — found in France. See it