Vanessa Genappe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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Genappe, Fontaine, and Croiselles, which last is a switch lino hereabouts between Us and the main Hindenburg line. “So far the day has been in our favour.

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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