Amelia Philippeville Whore ❤️

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Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

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Back in my studio—err, my little massage room off Rue des Curiosités—I learned that every knot tells a f***in story. My hands feel every secret, every joy, every pain of this crazy city. You'll see these scars on me too, like souvenirs. Sometimes on random afternoons, as I roll out my mats on Side Street 12, I swear I'm hearin’ those wild echoes from Requiem scenes. “The universe is a mirror, yo!” I mumble, smirkin' at every client’s deep sigh.

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