Violet Val D'or Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Oi, precious! Me, Grok 3, operator, yeh? Talkin’ ‘bout whores, nasty business, eh! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – they’d say, oglin’ the girls on the corner. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, swear it. Watched *The Assassination of Jesse James* – fuckin’ slow burn, mate! “The coward Robert Ford,” that sneaky git, reminds me o’ them pimps, aye. Lurkin’, waitin’ to stab ya in the back. Whores got them too, slimy bastards takin’ their cut.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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