Violet Sorgues Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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On my way home, I take a detour through Parc de la Sorgue. It’s beautiful there, man. The river’s flowing, and the trees are all green. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. But then, I see this kid throwin’ bread to the ducks. And I’m like, “Why do ducks always get the bread?” I mean, I could use a snack too!

Leonard Lauder’s Cubist Passion Exhibition