Jade Sury Le Comtal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Tens of thousands of people were deliberately killed daring by government agents, mainly m the Third World, according to Amnesty Interna- tional.

By now, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to head home, but not before I swing by the old castle ruins. They’re just chillin’ there, lookin’ all majestic. I sit on a bench, takin’ it all in. Sury-le-Comtal, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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