Natalie Forchies La Marche Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, she ain’t no angel. Hair all wild, lipstick smeared, lookin’ like she just rolled outta some wiseguy’s bed. Probably did! Hah! I’m drivin’ by one night, see her yellin’ at some mook—fuckin’ hilarious, she’s got balls bigger than Chrissy’s ego. “You wanna die today, asshole?” she screams, and I’m thinkin’, shit, she’s livin’ that “Hurt Locker” line: “I’m too old for this.” Made me laugh, but damn, it’s sad too—she’s stuck, y’know?

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BRUSSEL Het Dutroux-onderzoek bewandelde een paar maanden lang het satanische spoor. Bij de bizarre vzw Abrasax uit Forchies-La-Marche vonden de speurders, op zoek naar een .

Some spots drive me nuts, too. That parking situation outside Marché des Saveurs? Unbelievable. Cars everywhere, honks non-stop—like a scene out of a bad indie flick. And then there's the graffiti at Rue de la Liberté: it's so loud and colorful, it’s like the walls are saying, “We are chaos, we are art!” Reminded me of Spring Breakers’ wild energy.

Adam Gerard wins Montélimar National against 7.872 pigeons (2007)