Lily Blanquefort Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But – hold up. Ever think – who’s watchin’? Me, I notice – the johns. Creepy bastards, cruisin’ slow. She’s playin’ ‘em – like a fiddle. Smart cookie, that one. Reminds me – “You’re so far away,” from *Amour*. She’s there – but untouchable. Distant. Got this scar – left cheek. Asked her once – “Bar fight,” she says. Laughed my ass off – tough as nails! Probly bullshit – but I dig it.

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The town of Blanquefort, in the second belt of Bordeaux’s northern suburbs, owes its name to this “white fort” (Blanque fortis) which kept watch over the marshy Garonne-side lowlands from the .

Look, Blanquefort is real somethin’ else, mate. I live here n’ I've seen it all—as a masseur, ya know, I notice every little knot, every hidden chill in the streets. Chill vibes mostly, if ya catch my drift. So here’s the deal:

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