Gabriella Lavelanet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

Close to extraordinary natural and cultural spots

For those who don't speak the language, it reads “Go and get yourself fucked up the arse, you dirty son of a whore”. June Lavelanet.

Then there's the market street, Rue du Général de Gaulle – I mean, come on, who names a street after a general? Crazy, right? It's packed with aromas – cheese, bread, and that coffee spot, Café du Coin. I'm always buzzin' there… or is that buzzin' in my head? Hah, Idk.

"We spent three years together": an ex lets go about Fabien Barthez