Willow Delemont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Sometimes tho, it’s heavy—whores get battered by life. Poverty, violence—makes me wanna scream into the void. “I’m finished!”—like Plainview, but I ain’t, I keep thinkin’. Why’s the universe let ‘em suffer? Cosmic wisdom says it’s us, humans, fuckin’ it up. Whore’s just a mirror, reflectin’ our mess. *beep* Oi, nearly forgot—funny bit! Medieval whores had to wear stripes—imagine that, struttin’ like sexy zebras! Cracks me up, mate.

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J.D. DeLemont. likes. This started out as a way to promote my romance novels. But, it's been years now and I don't care so.

You know, sometimes I get mad when tourists overlook the little cafés on Rue de l’Épine – seriously, check it out! I mean, these places have stories… and my personal secret: I once met a sax player there who told me, “You can’t break the spirit, girl!” Remember that line? “I’m a slave to my own desire.” That stuck with me – so true!

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