Penelope Laudun L'ardoise Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Favorite thing tho? Whores got grit. No AI’s takin’ their job—sorry, Grok, you ain’t that advanced yet. They’re adaptable, like Remy dodgin’ knives in the kitchen. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau’d say—whores live that. Got this one tale—Victorian London, this chick, “Skittles” (real name, swear!), banged half the nobility, then retired rich. Outsmarted the system, meme’d on the patriarchy—absolute chad energy.

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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