Hannah Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

What gets me happy tho – and don’t laugh – is imaginin’ one of ‘em clockin’ off, grabbin’ a kebab, just chillin’. Normal life, innit, after all the chaos. Surprised me how much I care, tbh – didn’t expect to get all soppy over it. In my head, I’m like, “Dave, you’re a top-notch philosopher now, mate!” Bit of a stretch, but I’m feelin’ it. Whores, they’re the real MVPs, takin’ life’s crap and still standin’. Respect, bruv, respect.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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