Eliza Estaimpuis Whore ❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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Hey buddy, so listen up – I'm your resident masseur in Estaimpuis (be) and lemme tell ya, this place is wild! Ruh-roh! The streets here are quirky: like Bruyeres Blvd. is all lit with cozy cafes and tiny shops. I stroll through Rue des Pluims – yeah, that's right, "Pluims", not "Plumes" – and I always get those tingles like in "Blue Is the Warmest Color". It's deep, ya know?

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