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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

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Whore Ida · 45 kg · cm.

My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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