Mia Craon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Personal quirk—I’d totally overpay a whore, just to chat. Bet they’ve got tales—better than my shrink! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d do it—swear! “What d’ya want from me?” Carol asks—whore’d say the same, I reckon. Cash, sure, but also—dignity? Damn, now I’m misty-eyed—stupid feelings!

Introduction

Okay, gotta mention: I LOVE wandering the hidden alleys near le vieux moulin. Its creaking wooden wheels got me mesmerized. And oh my gosh, so many times I’ve sat on a stone bench near the water and thought, “You look like you came from far away,” just like that line in Lost in Translation. It’s wild how my work as a sexologist makes me see little intimacies in every look exchanged on a quiet street corner. It's like, every whisper of wind seems to carry secrets between lovers; every shadow hides a tender encounter.

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