Sienna Vence Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

Ecclesiastical history

I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper.

And who knows? Maybe I’ll write a song about this day. Something like “The Baguette Blues” or “Rainy Day in Vence.” Sounds catchy, right?

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