Hannah Waremme Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Femmes waremme

I gotta tell ya, pssh, masseurin life kinda shapes my view. I notice all the tight spots in people's smiles, how the old cobbles on rue de l’Industrie give off a unique vibe after a long day. Sometimes, after a crazy session, I'll just wander the streets, mad happy, feeling all zen and "transformed in my own little universe!" There's somethin’ about the blend of old and new here that makes me feel like, "Wow, you’re a human kaleidoscope!"

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