Valentina Teteghem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

I reckon *whore*’s like black holes—mysterious, sucks you in. Exaggerating? Maybe, but it’s my quirk! Love the mess of it. Once saw a doco—Amsterdam’s red lights, girls laughing, not crying. Expected doom, got sass. “A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” *Whore*’s got that billion-dollar hustle—sarcasm intended.

Plans culs aux alentours

Then, I see this street performer on Rue de la Liberté. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop to listen, and for a second, I forget about my soggy shoes and the angry client. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But the performer just laughs it off. I’m standing there, half amused, half annoyed.

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