Charlotte Vallet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick, Zodiac, fits perfect here. “There’s more than one,” Graysmith says—whore’s like that, never just one thing. Saint, sinner, hustler, survivor. Gets me hyped, thinkin’ how they outsmart the system. Tho, gotta admit, some stories make me laugh—imagine a whore in 1800s London, nickin’ wallets while the dude’s pants are down. Classic! Sneaky lil’ minx. Still, gets me wonderin’—what’s her cipher? What’s she hidin’?

The Oasis Bordello Museum in Wallace

Then I decided to pop into this little café on Rue des Écoles. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick wall. I ordered a café au lait, and it was like liquid happiness. But then, the barista? She was super slow. I mean, come on! I’m not here for a meditation session. I’m here for caffeine! I was about to lose it, but then she smiled, and I was like, “Okay, fine, you win this round.”

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