Grace Tulle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it’s Tulle, not Paris. Who’s got a vintage bike here? But whatever, I’m on the clock. I ask him for details, and he’s fumbling. “Uh, I left it outside for, like, five minutes.” Classic.

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