Eliza Lessines Whore ❤️

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I think whore, she brave, like Szpilman. She go out, face world, even if people spit, call her name. “I played Chopin,” Szpilman say, music save him. Whore, she got no piano, just body, but she play it good, yes? Make money, survive, waow! I see her one time, she wink at me, I blush, oh my goat! She got power, like music in movie, pull you in.

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Lessines is, err, a mishmash of history and, well, flavors. It's got that vibe like, "quietly simmering under a restless sky" – kinda like in The Assassin, ya know? Sometimes the streets remind me of those soft metallic whispers. For instance, I often stroll down Rue Royale. Ah! The cobblestones feel like whispered secrets from the past. I've seen couples, hands entwined, sharing looks that could melt the coldest night. Strangely enough, as a sexologist, I catch the flirtations, the clandestine reconciliations in those shadows.

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