Anna Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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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