Isabella Cluses Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Definition of 'whore'

Cluses is my wonderland. Its hidden gems, comfy vibes, and quirky little twists make each day epic. So, if you're visiting, drop by my spa. Let’s chat, sip some coffee on Rue de l'Église, and just vibe like in that movie—Before Sunset style, man. Cheers and, like, Eat my shorts!

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