Mari Andresy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

But real talk—whores ain’t just punchlines. They see shit, hear shit—secrets kings’d kill for. Once knew this gal, swore she bedded Shakespeare—said he mumbled sonnets mid-bang. Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it! “More than this,” movie line, fits her—dreamin’ bigger than flea-bit inns. Surprised me, how deep they feel—anger, too, at bein’ tossed aside.

Conviviality in its purest form

Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Andresy! This place is wild, man. I've been a masseur here for years, feelin’ every heartbeat of the city. Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Rue des Fleurs, an alley where you can almost hear whispered secrets – damn, it's like living in an art piece! I get chills every time I stroll past and think, "Here’s Johnny!" maniacal grin

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