Kayla Langres Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

How Langres survived the centuries

EVASIVE ANGLES Black Street Hookers. She walks the streets every day and night in hopes of being picked up by a man horny enough to use her ass.

I walk casually through narrow alleys, like Rue des Martyrs, broad and deep, yo. The architecture? Brutal, yet poetic. That cathedral, Notre Dame-et-Saint-Mammès, stands proud. I swear, its beauty punches ya right in the feels!

Fig. 3. Present-day course of the River Maas and its former...