Stella Salon De Provence Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head – “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” best flick ever, dark as hell! Whore’s like that, sneaky, messy, hidin’ in shadows. Me, Gollum, I sees it – precious little secrets nobody else catches! Like, didja know, back in old Romania, whores got no choice sometimes? Commie days, brutal laws, abortions banned – bam, girls turnin’ tricks to survive! “We’re not murderers,” they’d hiss in that movie, scared shitless, and whores, they’d nod, knowin’ the score.

Travel to Salon-de-Provence, Where Nostradamus Lived and Died

Salon-de-Provence (French: [salɔ̃ d(ə) pʁɔvɑ̃s], locally [saˈlɔ̃ᵑ də pχoˈvãⁿsə]; Provençal Occitan: Selon de Provença or Seloun de Prouvènço, pronounced [seˈlu de pʀuˈvɛnsɔ]), commonly .

So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I stumble upon the Château de l’Empéri. It’s this massive fortress, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is straight outta a movie!” I start sketching it, and I’m feelin’ all artsy and stuff. But then, I realize I left my favorite pencil back at the market. Ugh! I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

Princess Caroline’s dog Sissi found at the SPA