Rebecca Cassis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

She’s got this scar, too—nasty gash on her arm. Story goes, some john got handsy, she stabbed him with a fork. Fork, bro! Who does that? Whore, that’s who—crazy bitch energy! Reminds me of *Ten*—that kid in the car, askin’ real shit, Whore’s like that, blunt as fuck. “Why you starin’, hairy?” she growled at me once—laughed my ass off! Rarrgh! She’s a trip, keeps ya guessin’.

What is Cassis? (And Some Cocktails To Try)

Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she .

Oh, and the parks – not many know, but the Parc de la Bastide is a secret haven for lost souls and wandering hearts. I sometimes take my lunch break there. You know, my brain’s always buzzin’ with thoughts “I drink and I know things”, but here, a quiet bench and a sunbeam are all the therapy I need. And, lemme tell ya, the scent of jasmine and the murmur of the wind? Pure magic.

5 minutes with: Kyle and Meghan Knall