Ruby L'isle D'abeau Whore ❤️

About Paris

*Tropical Malady* got that line—“I give you my spirit, my flesh.” That’s whore vibes, givin’ it all, takin’ it all. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ life that raw. Surprised me too—thought it’d be artsy bullshit, but nah, it’s real. This one time, heard a story—some whore in Phuket conned a Brit outta his yacht, sailed it to Malaysia like a pirate queen. Fuckin’ legend! Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ballsy?

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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