Ava Champigneulles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

Brasserie Champigneulles, la cervecera más antigua de Francia

Ya got the centre too, near Place du 14 Juillet. Man, there’s a little church, Eglise Saint-Hubert, which from here gives off the vibe of a secret haven – sorta like, "I wish I knew how to quit you." And oh, don't even get me started on Parc des Innovationes. Uuuu, it's such a mix of nature and tech – kinda like my job flipping dating profiles online! Sometimes I sit on a bench, think about crazy success dates and rly odd love stories. It's often like “Brokeback Mountain” vibes, raw and soulful.

WEDDINGS; Mr. Champigneulle, Ms. O'Sullivan (Published 1995)