Evelyn Lodeve Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, and get this—fun fact, swear it’s real—in old Thailand, like where Apichatpong’s from, some whores were sacred, tied to rituals. Ain’t that a trip? I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, thinkin’, “Sacred whores? Sign me up!” Not really, but y’know, figuratively. And I’m laughin’—imagine me, neurotic mess, tryin’ to be all spiritual with it. “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter, wipin’ coffee off my shirt.

Brazilian bitch adores depraved workout

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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