Delilah Hyeres Whore ❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Stroll down Rue Jean Jaurès. Nuff cool cafes, small shops, and that vibe that makes ya feel at home. There's a park, Parc Olbius Riquier, ahh it’s a treat, and oh my gosh—so peaceful. I always say, “Shame is a raw, painful beauty,” like in that movie, “Shame,” ya follow? It hits ya like a wave.

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