Angelina Blauwput Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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I had a mad dawning moment on Rue de la Folie – literally, one street’s so bonkers, it's like a spun kaleidoscope. Felt my heart pump faster than ever. My hands got them tattoos of memories: smudged ink of passion, scars of time.