Samantha Chamonix Mont Blanc Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

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Walk down Rue du Dr Paccard – damn, that street’s got history. Its cobblestones got seen more drama than a reality TV show. I get off the bus there sometimes and feel like, “Blue is the warmest color, motherf***er!” – and it’s like this crazy burst of life, ya know? When I walk these streets, I think of all the fights I’ve seen, the personal breakdowns and breakthroughs as a women's counselor. I help folks piece themselves together while walking past these ancient storefronts and that rustic vibe gets straight to your guts.

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