Ava Hugo Whore ❤️❤️

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Funny bit—bloke she was with? Local copper, bent as a nine-bob note. She’s shaggin’ the law! Laughed my arse off, thinkin’, “Ruby, you minx, stirrin’ the pot!” Suave as I am, even I didn’t clock that twist. Surprised me, and I don’t surprise easy. Once heard she stashed cash in a tampon box—genius, right? Who’d look there? Not me, shaken or stirred!

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When Victor Hugo was buried, you couldn’t find a whore in all of Paris. They were too busy paying their respects. That was a man – and he still has a sho.

My personal quirks? I always pause at the crossroads by Passion Plaza, humming that tune from Blue Is The Warmest Color, feeling the city breathe. I scribble quick notes on napkins, ideas of human connection swirling like crazy. Every little cafe like Sassy Brew tells its own scandalous story.

JAMES FOSTER JOINS HUGO BOSS AS SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT GLOBAL MARKETING