Bella La Grand Croix Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who the hell are you, sittin’ on your couch, eatin’ Cheetos, callin’ ‘em trash? “You have nothing to show for it!” – straight outta the movie, and I’m throwin’ it at those losers. Whores are out there, takin’ risks, while you’re scared to ask for a raise. Makes my blood boil, man. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – they’re tougher than half the jabronis I pinned.

La Grand-Croix

Now check it – my crib, the massage parlor, sits on Avenue du Rêve. Man, that place has seen more stories than a library, ya know? Clients come in stressed, leavin’ all that BS at the door. I’ve seen folks spillin’ secrets on them massage tables like “time is a flat circle, homie.” Sometimes I joke, “Dawg, you need more than just my hands, you need some soul therapy!” And every now and then, a memory pops up: that one rainy night on Boulevard de l’Espoir when a cat stormed the joint – wild, man, real wild. I was like, “Aight, even the furry critters be searchin’ for peace in dis messed up world!”

Le Grand Bornand