Zoe Auen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whores got stories, mate. Not just the obvious shite—legs spread, cash grabbed. Nah, deeper stuff. Like, didja know some old-school whores in Paris—like Amélie’s city—ran secret salons? Fuckin’ wild, eh? Spyin’, schemin’, shaggin’ for secrets. Makes me laugh, picturin’ ‘em whisperin’, “I like simple things!” while nickin’ yer wallet.

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Of the latian Kings: Aeneas (the first) and Auen∣tinus (the twelfth) are made gods. CHAP. LAtium, after Aeneas their first deified king had eleauen more.

I mean, seriously, PAuen (at) is rad but unpredictable. One day, the cafe on Sunset Loop accidentally burnt toast and I was mad—but then, outta the blue, the barista said, "Here’s Johnny!" with a killer grin. I was like, "Hey, relax, man! Life is too short!"