Anna Chalon Sur Saone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She got them heels clickin’, loud as a church bell on Sunday. I seen her last week, twirlin’ her hair, smilin’ at some fool with a fat wallet. Made me mad as a wet hen—girl, get some dignity! But then, I chuckled, ‘cause she slick. Real slick. Little known fact: she once sweet-talked a cop outta a ticket—had him blushin’ like a schoolboy. I was like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” Surprised me, sure did. Thought in my head: “She a mess, but she good at it.”

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Voyages aux îles du Grand Océan, Paris, Montessus, F. B. de. Martyrologe et biographie de Commerson, Chalon-sur-Saône,

The Saone river flows smooth, calm, and mysterious. I chill by its banks at Parc Napoléon. That park is pure magic. I swear, its trees talk sometimes… or maybe it’s me imagining stuff because, ya know, relaxation walks. And then, BOOM, a seagull steals my croissant. Fml, right? Classic mischief!

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