Mila Bayeux Whore ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oh, and get this—her fave color’s red! Red glass is tricky to make, takes skill. Bet she’d love my work! I’d make her a red window, be all, “Look, Whore, pretty, huh?” She’d smirk, probs say somethin’ sassy. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it. But ugh, the dudes she hangs with—gross! Smelly, loud, like barnacles on a boat. “Nooo touchie!” I’d tell ‘em, Patrick-style.

The AElfgyva Syndrome and Erasure of Women’s Stories

Rue Saint-Jean, a treasure it is, buzzin’ with history. Side alleys, cobbled they are, secrets whispering in each stone. Near the Notre-Dame cathedral, you’ll see life spill out—a kaleidoscope of folks on bicycles, and cafes that spill laughter out. Every corner, a story it tells. Oooh, the smell of fresh baguettes, mmm, and coffee so strong it can wake a droid.

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