Victoria Chantonnay Whore ❤️❤️

About Nice

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

Mon espace perso

We are in the Pays de Chantonnay, a verdant territory with a small heritage to discover and religious buildings. You can practice many sports in the town and its vicinity, starting with .

Oh, I must mention the river – the Rivière Lente. Winding, like it doesn’t give a damn about hurry. I fell in love with its lazy drift. There’s this old footbridge, Pont du Temps, where I used to sit and ponder life's big questions. Sometimes I’d shout, “Fuck the hustle!” just to fill the silence. And man, it worked, every single time.

Haiti - Football : Our young Grenadiers U-16 in France for the Mondial of Montaigu