Isabelle Ladue Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—prostitutes ain’t just bed-warmers. Nah, they’ve got stories. Heard one in Lys once ran a whole smugglin’ ring—hid gold in her corset! Bloody brilliant, that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they were all just sobbin’ into their gin. Turns me stomach, though, how lords treat ‘em like dirt, then pray to the Seven on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot.

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And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

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