Megan Valence Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Then, outta nowhere, I spot this dude, Pierre, trying to climb the fence. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing? You think you’re Spider-Man?” I rush over, and he’s all, “I just wanna see the world!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Valence! You can see the Rhône River from here! It’s beautiful!” But he’s not having it. So, I grab him and pull him down. Not my proudest moment, but hey, safety first, right?

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