Samantha Brunehault Whore ❤️

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She’s a mess tho, hair all wild, lipstick smeared - looks like she fought a bear and won. Kinda hot, kinda scary. I’m like, “Yo, whore, you aint no nun like Ida!” She just grins, says, “Fuck that, I’m the queen!” Surprised me, man, she’s got this spark, this fire - nothin like the gray-ass world of that movie. Makes me happy, ya know, seein someone own their shit. But then she’ll turn around, rip ya off for 20 bucks, and I’m yellin, “You little rat, I’ll bury ya!”

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Au cours de cette balade guidée, des passionnés résidant à Brunehaut vous retraceront l’histoire du village, entre inondation, château disparu et ancien moulin.

Damn, parks—uk, so green. Parc de Rêve, my fav spot. I chill on a bench, think life. Its benches, man, they whisper secrets. Caffè de Nuit, a quaint cafe on L'Allée des Miracles, is lit. I sat there, drank crazy espresso. Felt like the world, like in that movie—Brooklyn, you know? "I am your father," the café sign booms.