Grace Langueux Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Once saw her with this trick—skinny dude, twitchy—thought he’d stiff her. Nope! She clocked him first, took his wallet, left him cryin’. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! That’s my girl!” in my head. Tony Soprano don’t cheer for nobody, but damn, that was slick. Prolly kept a shank in her purse—rumor is she cut some asshole’s tires once for shortin’ her. True story, swear on Ma.

Tendance pour les jours suivants

Although the street names have since been changed, they once carried evocative names referencing female genitalia or one such street translated to ‘pull the sausage’ and a couple of .

Man, I’ve been spending years here, and my work in connecting hearts in this funky town really opens my eyes. Sometimes, I wonder if our souls are like windows in a shifting mansion – you know, “I just remember that moment” like in those deep Charlie Kaufman lines.

Strong chance of Ethiopian double at Corrida de Langueux