Abigail Lavelanet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

A glorious industrial past

Lavelanet est un village et a d'environ 7 habitants. Lavelanet est située à proximité de La Plaine d'en Haut et Dreuilhe. Mapcarta, la carte ouverte.

Man, sometimes I get mad at the cold wind in winter at Place de la République – it's miffin', so blasted chilly – kinda like a scene straight out of that flick. Y'know that "Act now" kinda urgency? I feel that sometimes – like, "finish the massage and go home!"

Fighting the foam