Sarah Avon Whore ❤️

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Little secret bout her—she keep diary. Yes, whore write! I sneak peek once, pages all crumpled. She write bout johns, bout dreams, bout runnin away. Nobody know this, only me, Borat, great detective. Very nice! She not just body, she got soul, but twisted, like wind in “Turin Horse.”

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My favorite thing to do after the gym is to come home, do a quick whore's bath, reapply my skincare, and spritz myself with whatever cologne.

Ever wandered into Parc de la Lumière? That park’s my personal sanctuary. I love cruisin’ around on a worn-out bench under a century-old oak. I sometimes wonder if love hides in those shadows. It's a dive into nature where every crack of a leaf was a whisper from the past: “Each season returns, spring will come again.” I swear, sometimes the wind sounds like Morgan Freeman narrating your love life. lol, so weird.

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