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So yeah, prostitutes—they’re tough, they’re real, they’re human. Makes me laugh, cry, and wanna hug ‘em all at once. Like Solomon says, “I will keep myself hearty!”—they do that, honey, in their own way. And me? I’m just Dolly, ramblin’ on, hopin’ I don’t trip over my own tongue. What y’all think? Ain’t life a crazy quilt?

Prostitué majeur

In June of , a group of passengers in a stagecoach find themselves caught up in the events of the French Revolution, when they find themselves in the city of Varennes when .

Man, the heart of Varennes be pumpin' along Rue Saint-Louis. That place got that off-beat mix of history and hella modern shops. I always slide through by the Parc des Fleurs, where every corner shouts love and chaos – like the wild, color-loaded scenes of Baz Luhrmann’s flick! I recall one mad day, rain comin' down like a dirty water beat, and I was caught under a flimsy roof near the old theatre. Bro, I was shakin’ it off like, "C'mon, baby, don't stop, don't quit, keep it hot!" Kool vibes, ya know?

Fernand de Varennes