Sarah Claix Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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'Allow me, whore,' Calix said. 'Stop it!' Lycius snapped. His sharp teeth smacked together. 'Just get on with it.' Calix gently traced the burns, or his.

Then there's Avenue des Fleurs. Ummm, it’s kinda romantic and a bit cheeky – perfect for lovers and explorers. I’ve seen some crazyy rendezvous there, like scenes straight from Jesse James, man! Ain’t that a speshul twist?

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