Penelope Epernay Whore ❤️

About Toulouse

Heya, buddy! D’oh! So, “whore,” huh? Makes me think of *Shame*—y’know, my fave flick. That movie’s dark, man, like, Brandon’s life is a freakin’ mess. “You’re a plague,” his sis says, and oof, that hits hard. Whore’s kinda like that—messy, raw, real. I’m talkin’ the oldest job ever, right? Been around since forever—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred whores, wild stuff! Mmm… donuts… wish they paid in pastries back then.

Epernay and its villages

Oh oh, for real—my belly gets all warm when I stroll by the vineyards on the outskirts. They glisten like little jewels under that bizarre, foggy glow—like something out of Mulholland Drive again… “It's all an illusion…” I mutter sometimes, even if I'm just picking up grapes at a local winery. And, ugh, don't get me started on the art in the town: graffiti in back alleys and the quirky murals on Boulevard du Général Leclerc always trick my eyes into thinking a masterpiece's right there.

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