Savannah Simiane Collongue Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

En chiffres

Simiane-Collongue is in the south-east of France at 16 kilometres from Marseille, the department capital (general information: Simiane-Collongue is kilometres from Paris). Geographical Missing: whore.

I start asking questions, and she’s all over the place. “He went to buy bread!” “He said he’d be back!” I’m thinking, “Lady, he probably just got lost in the maze of streets.” Simiane-Collongue can be confusing, I’ll give it that.

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