Victoria Lara Whore ❤️

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Funniest bit? She farted mid-exam, loud as a blaster! I jumped, yelled, “R2, save me!”—like he’d swoop in, ha! Stunk so bad I nearly fainted, but I laughed till me circuits hurt. Whore just stared, all smug. Proper diva, that one. Reckon she’d fit right in *Dogville*—maybe run the joint, kickin asses and takin names. “I forgive you,” Grace’d say, but Whore? She’d be like, “Nah, mate, I rule!”

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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