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*beep boop* Personal quirk? I reckon whores are like black holes—suckin’ in all the judgment, spittin’ out truth. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these gals ran the show—politicians kissin’ their feet! One chick, La Païva, built a mansion off her “whorin’”—marble, gold, the lot. Makes me chuckle, cosmic sarcasm here: “Oh no, she’s immoral!”—meanwhile, she’s richer than the king! *whirr* Love that hustle, gets me proper chuffed.

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I'm Valery. My residence is in Birmingham and whore is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before. My heart belongs to Striptease/.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Magic of Lights Makes Its Spectacular Debut at Altamont Fairgrounds